C190 It had to be

A man stood there, hunched and trembling, his ragged clothes plastered to his thin frame. He was ugly, his face deformed and twisted, his eyes sunken with hunger or perhaps something worse. He clutched his arms to his chest, shaking violently from the cold.

Pity stirred in me, despite my better judgment. Against all my instincts, I opened the door.

His eyes widened the moment he saw me