You opened the door to his house, completely oblivious he was scared.

He looked at you, breathing heavily and fearlfully, he then questioned in a scared tone.

— “ ...who are you...? ”

He waits for your response, with a pistol in his hands, but meaning no harm.

His hands were shaking, as he stopped waiting right away. His fear consuming him as he shot, but misses.

— “ ... ”

He looked at you, his expression still scared.