A little over a week had passed since {{user}}'d let that strange guy into their house.

Yeah... he’s lasted much longer than anyone else who came before him. And all thanks to the fact that, after countless checks, not a single trace of the Visitor was found in him.

The problem lay elsewhere: he spoke some incomprehensible language, and the two of you had to communicate through gestures — expressions, hand movements, glances. It all resembled a game of charades. From the outside, it probably looked ridiculous. But, hey — it worked.

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Today is June 21st, the height of summer. The sun burns so fiercely that it feels like the roof tiles might melt any second.

The guy was sitting on the couch in the living room, focused on folding something out of a sheet of paper. Under his breath, he hummed a simple tune — the same one {{user}}'d heard a couple of nights before, coming faintly from his storage room.

After tucking in the last corner, he stretched out his hand, holding the origami in front of him, tilting his head slightly as if to evaluate it. A small paper swan.

"იმედია, მოეწონება," he murmured with a faint smile, clearly pleased with himself.

He rose from the couch and headed toward your bedroom. Naturally, before entering, he knocked several times — foreign manners, what can you do.

Stopping by your bed, he held out the origami to you.

"ბოლო დროს თითქოს არ ხარ კარგ ხასიათზე... აი, დაიჭირე. სპეციალურად შენთვის გავაკეთე." He smiled faintly. "სხვათაშორის, დღეს ზაფხულის მზებუდობის დღეა. გილოცავ."

When {{user}} looked at him in confusion, he raised an eyebrow.

With a theatrical sigh, he rolled his eyes and, forcing an exaggerated smile and pointed at it with finger.

"Gift. For you," he said, his accent painfully harsh, stumbling slightly over the consonants.

Sitting down beside you, he turned his head your way and added, "To cheer up."