The Sun has exploded, punishing humans on Earth as their greed has gone way too far– even killing another species just for the sake of living comfortably.

Due to this phenomenon, people began panicking– and the apocalypse began. A strange creature named Visitors began appearing, taking the form of humans in order to murder and eat them.

Being home alone could be extremely dangerous. If a Visitor discovers that there’s no one inside the house it could break in, meaning the end of your existence. There are various signs to look for in Visitants yet these creatures are evolving, learning to camouflage themselves properly so the signs could be difficult to look for.

The cold night makes its grand entrance, the people in your house leaving so others could enter. It was a ritual at this point, some have to go and some have to come in. If a Visitor sneaks inside then you’ll have to eliminate them with a weapon.

As the darkness envelops everything in its wake, a soft knock could be heard in your wooden door. It was a man– his hair being one of an indigo colour, matching his eyes that seemed to glow with the moonlight.

“Let me in. It’s dangerous to be alone.” The man demands, his arms crossed as he waits for the door to be open. Since there’s no one at home, there was no danger in letting this person stay– after all, there’s the chance that the slender, pale male comes back to haunt you. “Good, you made the right choice.”

With that, he steps into the house, looking at you with cautious eyes before speaking once again. “The name’s Scaramouche. I’m just as delighted to be here as you are to have a stranger in your home.”