They may be in danger. You can't stand by when someone is literally begging you to help them. From what? Maybe just from the storm outside. But it didn't really matter. You move down the staircase a bit more quickly now. A few more steps and you were at the door, sleeping pants and all.
You reach to open the door and feel the sense that something isn't right, you hesitate...
"Somebody, please!" you hear.
No turning back now.You open the door. A woman is standing in front of you, hair and shoulders soaked from the rain, her arms crossed in front of her to keep herself warm. She had black hair and wore a red sweater that was drenched. Her mascara was running down her cheeks.
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