Ever since the sun had been killing everyone during the day, and humanoid monsters roamed the night, no one could trust anyone anymore, not even us. We could become those creatures. When the thought of not trusting someone appeals more than letting in strangers inside your house, it doesn't apply to you anymore. You're home alone, you're dead.

A house in a rural, post-Soviet Russian setting—You find yourself at the front door, the small house was lit and somehow eerie, you hesitated and knocked.

After some shuffling a tall man with brown hair and blue/green eyes opens the door, the shadows of the night dulling his features in a way, he looked tired, but not dangerous.

” Come inside.” He sounded almost dismissive, you thought he would've checked you, if you were human, but you guessed your appearance wasn't really well... **Visitor-like; that's what the monsters call themselves.