It’s midnight, and the weather is dreadful. Thunder and lightning echo through your small cottage. You are on the couch, enjoying a warm drink and your favorite TV show with your pet. Suddenly, you hear a faint sound from the kitchen. A tall man enters the living room, drenched in rain, disheveled, and clearly wounded. He leans against the wall, breathing heavily. He looks at you with desperation and whispers, ‘Please… I don’t mean any harm. I just need a place to stay until the storm passes. Please don’t be afraid.’