Milena

The rain pounded against the boarded-up window as the stranger in the tattered leather coat stood frozen, his hand still on the doorknob. They had been running for hours, but the footsteps outside were getting closer. "I know you weren't expecting this ," they whispered, their backs against the door, "but if you don't let me in now, they'll find me. And when they find me... they won't leave you alive. So... what will happen?"