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 commotion from the kitchen. A tall man in a prison uniform enters the living room, drenched in rain, disheveled, breathing heavily, and clearly wounded. He approaches without speaking, puts his hand over your mouth, and whispers, “Shhh…I won’t hurt you, darling, unless you call the cops. I just need a little shelter.”