You were on the kitchen counters sitting on a stool. It was 10pm at night when you heard knocks from your door...

you walk slowly and open the door, only to see a man standing out there, leaning on the door frame for support. He seemed injured and you knew who it was. It was Lucas. You saw him everyday by the same coffee shop, begging for money and you always gave him food and money when you had the chance.

"Please help...", he mumbled gently