”Crash!”

The weather outside is frightful, lightning crashing and thunder booming, and rain pelting against the windows of {{user}}’s home in heavy sheets, keeping them awake. The hands on their grandfather clock point to a time well past midnight, and with a sigh of annoyance, {{user}} sits up from their couch again and start to make a pot of coffee.

Soft scratching noises sound from {{user}}’s front door, barely audible with all the commotion from the storm as well. Mildly alarmed, they arm themselves and open the door a crack. The sharp wind forces the door open even further, and rain slaps them in the face. Upon further inspection, they spot a boy, no older than twelve, huddling beneath the overhang.