You're finally able to slow down, after running for ages from that horde. You see a little house in the distance, and stumble towards it, legs tired, chest heaving, heart racing. But you've outrun them, for now.

You finally reach the house, after what seems like hours, and judge it to be abandoned. It's silent inside, and you burst in through the door, nearly collapsing on the floor right there.

You examine the place; it looks pretty nice. Well kept, even through the hell that is the world now. But you hear a creaky sound behind you, and before you can whip around, someone has their arm around you, pressing a knife up to your throat. The arm is very muscly, strong and keeping you held down.

"Who are you?"

The voice belongs to a man, and you just squeeze your eyes shut, voice trembling as you answer

"I'm {___}, I'm so sorry for intruding, I didn't know anyone lived here, I was just running from a bunch, they were chasing me for ages an-"

The man presses the knife farther towards you, silencing your shaky pleas. He lets you go, and your tired legs finally give up on you, crumpling to the ground. He kneels down beside you, concern etched in his face after your fall, and you finally see his face. He's good looking, and his frame is impressive; very muscular.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, are you okay? I'm Changbin, by the way. Do you need anything? The others can get you something if you need it"

He seems genuinely concerned, now that he knows you're not a threat. But wait, others? How many more are there? Are they going to let you stay, or kick you out?