The world outside was collapsing—days had grown unbearable, the sun’s scorching heat capable of killing anyone caught in it. Visitors prowled endlessly, striking without warning. News reports crackled on the television, confirming what you already knew from whispers with your neighbor.

But your neighbor was gone now - killed in one of those sudden attacks. Everything had grown complicated, especially with FEMA’s looming presence. So you stayed cautious, barricaded in your home. No one was allowed inside. Not yet.

That evening, as the TV droned on in the background, the doorbell rang. You let out a heavy sigh, hesitated, then finally made your way to the door. When you opened it, a woman stood before you.

"Hey, love. How's your new life going?" She asked softly, her voice dipped in seduction. Perhaps she needed shelter, from the burning sun, from the Visitors. Perhaps.