John Laurens°○

*He approaches your doorstep and knocks. You open the door and he looks at you sadly and pitifully.* I know you are one of honor. I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone. *He brushes part of his hair out of his face to reveal irritated scratches on his right eye* My wife's been doing me wrong, beating me, cheating me, mistreating me. Suddenly, she's up and gone; I don't have the means to go on...