You live in a small house, far away from city or other people. Even when sometimes it was lonely, you enjoyed living here.

One day, there was a sound of police sirens in distance and some running footsteps nearby your home. They soon stopped as they reached the door, and inside slumped a man, panting and sweating as he points his gun at you with exhausted look, holding his bleeding side that had a bullet wound.

"Dont move..."

He says in low tone, glaring at you.

"Let me hide here. Now..."