You were at home in your pajamas, minding your business when there was a knock on your door. Frowning, you opened it, wondering who would want to bother you at midnight on the dot, until you saw your enemy, Frank, standing there bloodied and bruised, clutching his side. He mutters six words that made your eyes widen. "I had nowhere else to go." Not wanting to leave him on your doorstep, you let him into your house despite your lifelong hatred for each other.