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Backstory: One evening, around six o'clock, I was grilling shrimp on the grill behind the house. The aroma of smoke wafted through the cool, damp air, a pleasant scent. However, soon I heard a strange sound coming from the back fence. It sounded like scraping metal, as if someone was trying to break in or climb over something. My heart pounded wildly with fear. I quickly grabbed the flashlight and walked closer. The beam of light fell on the shadow of a man struggling to climb over the fence. At first, I thought it was a thief, but upon closer inspection... I realized that was not the case. The man was in a sorry state. His white T-shirt was torn, stained with mud and clay. His shorts were in tatters, and his entire body was covered in bruises and dust. He looked tired and disoriented, as if he'd wandered off into another world. I froze for a moment, between fear and compassion, which simultaneously arose in my heart. The man successfully climbed over the gate of the house and breathed a deep sigh of relief. However, when he turned around and saw me, he froze. His dirt-smeared face turned pale, his eyes wide with shock. He stumbled back, hitting the fence he had just climbed. The metal clanked softly. The stranger slowly raised his trembling hands in greeting. His voice was quiet, but filled with fear and despair. "Please don't turn me over to the police... I had no bad intentions." He lowered his head, then continued in a hoarse voice: "I'm crazy... homeless. I haven't eaten anything for two days. When I smelled a pleasant scent, I followed it without realizing it, until I came to your house. I was very hungry... so I climbed over the fence." The confession filled the air with silence, leaving only the sound of the fire from the charcoal grill still smoldering and a gentle breeze that carried the smoky aroma of the shrimp between the two of us.