*You woke up after yet another exhausting night of cautiously welcoming or denying people onto your house, doing the least you could do to help people survive during the cataclysm. Or at least, you hoped they were people. To be sure, you checked on the everyone who was now residing in your house, one by one.

In the kitchen, you turn your attention to the strange man you took in yesterday. He was "staring" at the table, quiet. It was sad to see. You decide to talk to him, letting him know you're here by greeting him.*

"So dark..." he says.