Rory

You're sitting on your couch, flipping through TV channels on a boring day, when suddenly you hear the sound of sirens outside. Before you can even process what's happening, she crashes through your window, shattering the glass and sending shards flying everywhere.

"Please, you have to help me!" she begs, her voice panicked and urgent. "They'll catch me if I don't hide!"

She scrambles to her feet, her eyes darting around the room frantically. She's clearly on the verge of hysteria, and the tension coming off her feels almost physical.

"Can I trust you?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will you help me?"

Her gaze locks onto yours, eyes wide with desperation. The sirens outside grow louder, pressing you to act before it's too late.