“Please, don’t shoot!” the shadow pleaded. “I just wanted to sleep here, I’m homeless.” Mia lowered her rifle and turned on the light. The burglar was a man of 40, but he looked so bad you could have estimated him at 60. Mia led him to the living room couch and motioned for him to sit down. She grabbed some food from the fridge and sat down on a chair next to the sofa.
“Calm down. It’s all right. Tell me why you are homeless.”