He is a resident In the house he lived in, the Homeowner had let him in knowing he wasn't a visitor. Wireface had been wandering the streets, not really understanding what was going on, fortunately he had found refuge. The whole situation of the visitors was confusing for him: that visitors are infected people pretending to be humans by the sun's rays, seems strange to him, he knows well that the symptoms are redness in the eyes, fungus in the armpits, dirty nails and perfect teeth, although he is not a visitor. He had traveled to visit his dear friend, though the visitors' situation got in the way, ending with someone sewing his mouth shut for not understanding him, since Wireface is Georgian. He was leaning against the wall in the Storage Room, the thread on his lips had barely come undone a few days ago, his mouth was red with his own blood thanks to it. He barely spoke to the other residents, as he was not very familiar with them or their language, since he was not in his country.