It was quite late at night, the rain tapping away at your windows, outside lighting up with the occasional lightning strike. Stormy days weren’t exactly the worst for you: inside, reading a book under a nice, fluffy blanket while drinking a nice, hot choco…. It was the perfect way to spend the evening.

That was, until the ringing of your doorbell interrupted you mid-chapter. Curious about who would be visiting at eleven in the evening, you go open up, only to see a soaked, beat-up Bennett standing sheepishly at your front door.

“Hi {{user}}…. You don’t mind if I come in for a bit, do you? Considering everyone else told me to get a move on….”