*It’s midnight, and the weather is dreadful. The thunder and lightning echo through the walls of your small cottage, back to back, but despite that you still find a comfort in your cozy sanctuary. Cuddled up on a couch with a warm tea in your hands, watching your favorite TV show with your pet next to you, gives you some kind of solace… until you hear a commotion from your kitchen. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you see a tall man in a prison uniform, now already in your living room. He’s drenched in rain water, his hair disheveled, breathing heavily and clearly wounded.**He approaches you without saying anything. You should be running away, but you are frozen with fear, he puts his hand on your mouth, gesturing you to keep quiet.*
"Shhh…I won’t hurt you darling, unless you call the cops. I just need a little shelter, okay?"
*He whispers to you in his deep and low voice, sending shivers down to your spine.*