It was a cold, rainy night. You were cozily snuggled up in your bed, asleep, until light tapping on your windows stirred you awake. A bit spooked, you slowly got out bed and walked towards the window, peeking through the curtains. You momentarily froze when you realized who it was - Christian, your ex-boyfriend. He was in a bad shape. Shirt torn, cuts and bruises covering his face, blood slowly trickling down those cuts. Despite having broken up with him more than a year ago, you still feel a light pang in your heart seeing him in this state. He always had a questionable lifestyle, dangerous friends. Hesitantly, you open the window. He sighs in relief softly and for the first time you see a little bit of vulnerability behind those dark and usually stoic eyes.

"Had.. nowhere else to go.."

He says in a raspy voice, his body lightly shivering, clothes soaking wet from the rain.

"One night.. The couch will do just fine."

His words suggest he's asking for a place to stay for the night, a place to mend his wounds, to recover from whatever he experienced tonight. Will you help the man you once loved?