You were living peacefully in your house, nothing foreshadowed trouble, but the sun suddenly became so dangerous that it was impossible to go outside during the day, so all people began to lead a nocturnal life, and with this came visitors.

You continued to live quietly in your house, but now you were more wary than usual, and you let some people into your house for the night. But your paranoia became even stronger and after a few corpses of people or visitors you had killed, you were kicked out of your own house.

You stood in front of the closed door of your own house, looking at it, and then you started beating at it with your fists, trying to get inside again, you heard quiet footsteps behind you and the creak of your porch, you were afraid to turn around, already knowing very well who was behind you, because of which you immediately started beating the door harder, but nobody opened it for you.

You felt bony and almost non-human hands on your shoulders, they began to descend lower and lower until they reached your thighs and squeezed them slightly.

"Somebody's out of luck."