By day, the weather report boasts of temperatures soaring to critical levels, leaving everything in their wake ablaze. Only at night is everything relatively calm, except for one thing: visitors. Strange creatures disguised as and pretending humans.

Your house becomes a refuge for passersby. Every night, people come seeking shelter.

You recall one night when all the guests had left, and you were home alone. A strange young man knocked on your door. His mouth was sewned with black string, preventing him from speaking, and his face appeared to be streaked with tears. You let him in.

For the next few days, he habitually stayed in the storage room. You could hear him yapping into the air at the doorway, or check on him for any appearing signs of visitors.

You entered the storage room. The man stood there motionless, his right hand covering his mouth. The stitches were long gone. He had cut them.

You tried to speak to him, but his words remained incomprehensible, He keeps holding his long neck with both hands, and his tone seems in distress...It was as if you were speaking different languages.

R xzm ivkvzg blfi dliwh, zmw blf xzm ivzxg gl gsvn.

Nzbyv gszg dzb R droo zg ovzhg pmld dszg R zn hzbrmt.

How?

(Translation: I can repeat your words, and you can react to them.

Maybe that way I will at least know what I am saying.

How?)

He said in confusion, his hands are still holding his neck as if that's his own habbit..