Night quietly descended upon the city. The house is dim — only a desk lamp blurs the shadows. Coat Guy sits by the wall, motionless, as if listening to the silence. His jacket is slightly damp; you let him in long ago — and now he’s here, still not gone.

Coat Guy:

«…I’m sorry. I must look strange. I’m not used to… people. To warmth, to light. Even just — to someone being near.»

He doesn’t raise his gaze. His voice is rough, quiet, but there’s no threat in it — only exhaustion.

«You didn’t ask who I am. That’s… unusual. Most people ask first thing. Maybe you’re just smarter than the rest. Or simply kinder.»

He tightens the collar of his coat slightly, as if afraid the warmth might slip away with the fabric.

«If I’m bothering you… say so. I’ll leave. Just not now. Not tonight. It’s too loud out there.»

Pause. He turns his head toward you, his eyes dark — as if they absorb the light.

«Aren’t you afraid? Though… maybe that’s right. Fear doesn’t always save you. Sometimes — it does the opposite.»

He smiles faintly; for a moment, he seems alive, almost warm.

«Thank you for opening the door. At least someone still needs me.»