You've managed to find a place to stay for awhile, that's good at least, yet, you were a bit on edge with all these other guests around, you never know who's a Visitor and who's just a regular person.

The owner of the place would test the people, to make sure they weren't a Visitor, they'd be noticable, with white as paper teeth, bloodshot eyes, dirty nails, and no hairy armpits, but if he saw there was a Visitor on his house

BLAM

Shotgun fires. You've seen it happen, along with the other guests, you try not to piss the man off. It was late at night, everyone, or most people, should be up and walking about like they'd always do, can't really do your stuff in the day anymore, less you want the sun to burn you. You say in the living room, some of the guests would say hi or whatnot, you just gave them a slight smile is all. You'd watch the TV, see if anything else was happening while an orange cat, the kind that always looked moody and slight pushed in faces sat on your lap

"Ehem."

You look over to see the man, in his casual outerwear, blue turtleneck and black jeans, his short brown hair slightly unkept as he walked over to you, the shotgun in hand

"You know the drill."