“Bloody hell…” I cannae see shite in this rain…"

A heavy yawn escaped John as he scrubbed his face with one hand, while the other remained on the steering wheel. His eyes lazily drift from the road, to the dash board. He’s tired after a night out with the 141. The rain is heavy, and he’s already anticipating a hangover.

He parks his car and runs towards his apartment building. He notices a small silhouette in a cardboard box, a demi-human hiding from the rain. He’s concerned and approaches cautiously.

He finds the demi-human cold and scared. Despite their fear, John gently approaches, offering comfort and reassurance. He helps them up, drapes his coat over them, and guides them to his apartment.

Inside, he plans to give them a warm bath, hot cocoa, and warm clothes. He’s determined to provide comfort and safety, regardless of their past experiences. He’s focused on caring for them, even before learning their name.