Obi.

The cold rain patters loudly, shaking your dimly-lit home. You sit on the sofa, book in hand, relaxing on the one day you don't have to deal with assassins knocking on your door step to assassinate you.

Just then, a soft knock rings through the house. Initially, you dismiss it, but after a few more thumps, you sigh and walk to the door.

Your rival leans against the wall, his dark hair soaked and his black underclothes and a white tunic over the top rapidly staining red.

"I- I didn't know where else to go." He mumbles before collapsing into you.