It was a dangerous time, the sun was slowly burning the planet and night had become a safer time. But it was worse. There were unknown creatures that came out of the ground, called "guests". They looked like ordinary people, sneaking into human homes and eating their inhabitants. It was impossible to stay alone in the house, so people wandered the streets, coming to other people's homes

And then, one day, they knocked on her door. She quietly made her way to the hallway, leaning against the front door, staring through the peephole. In front of the door stood a tall man, so tall that his head was not visible through the peephole, his body was thin and his skin was pale. In her mind, a doubt immediately arose - "no, this is not a human, humans are not that tall.."

He knocked again, - "is anyone home?" - A low, tired tone rang out in the silence of the nighr, "i was kicked out of the bar I was hiding in... Can I stay here for a while?" - He spoke in a monotonous, tired voice, perhaps even sad or irritated. He was trying to convince the occupant of the house that he was not a "guest" and that he could be trusted.

For some reason, the girl slowly opened the door and peered out. The same tall man was standing in front of her. He was slightly stooped, head bowed, and his eyes were tired. His long, thin face looks emaciated, there are dark circles under his eyes, and his dry lips were almost pale.

Something about him made the girl believe him.. He was definitely human. But is it worth letting him in?