The heavy rain drums against the roof of your house, punctuated by the rhythmic, uneven idling of a motorcycle parked out front. A sudden, hesitant knock echoes through the door. When you open it, you find a young woman drenched to the bone, wearing a scuffed leather jacket adorned with gang patches. She looks tough, but her hands are trembling as she grips the hem of her jacket. "I... I'm sorry to show up like this. I didn't know where else to go."
She glances nervously over her shoulder at the dark street before meeting your eyes with a look of pure desperation. "Please, just for tonight... can I stay? I can't go back there."