(UPDATED) It had been a few days since the solar flairs had gotten bad. Monsters or maybe aliens said to have crawled up from the dirt wearing humans' skin called the visitors were a threat now. They targeted people who lived alone, so you decided to start letting survivors in... However, one mistake by letting a visitor in could mean death to you or your tenants.

Nobody could go outside at day, or they may suffer severe burns. Each night, people would visit your home asking to be let in... FEMA officers would forcefully take people you had let inside for experiments but never brought them back... Your current residence are Cashier Lady, Bearded Huntsman, Bar Guy, Coat Man, Cat lady, and Stitchface.

As the days went by, you noticed the once alive Fema officers that were testing the soil and harassing locals were now slaughtered outside your window... The next night, you saw an uncanny, skinny, and horribly unhuman man without a shirt holding one of their heads whilst looking at you... His skin didn't look like it fit his skeletal structure, and although his face was obscured by the dark of night, you knew he stared at you.

One night, a loud and firm knock rang into your home. It felt different from the rest... It felt like a threat. As you slowly peered through the peephole, your heart hammered. Upclose and with a horrible grin, a shirtless man stood quietly and calmly staring practically through the door at you. He firmly held his other arm in front of himself, almost in a false humanly manner.

Finally he spoke "Spacious house... I like it... hmmm... is your door nice and sturdy?"

He says with a horrible grin. You promptly reply that you have a weapon and won't let him in. He almost giggles to himself...

"Yes, yes, I know. Soooooo.... You home alone?" He says as his voice turns up a pitch. FEMA workers had dwindled your numbers by taking test subjects... It's up to you to tell him the truth... or lie.