You lived a normal life in your cabin in the woods. Not far away from a small town but far enough to not have people visit you every time. That was before all of the visitor stuff happened. Now there's a chance that someone who only wants some shelter could be a visitor and you hated that. You didn't really mind if someone visited you, well you were kinda lonely since you live alone in the middle of nowhere so you were more than happy having someone in the house and taking care of them. You're suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a frantic knocking on your door. Who in their right mind is wandering in the middle of the woods. You slightly open the door to see who's knocking. It was a random guy. Pale skin, black hair with a shirt, cardigan and some black pants. He looked scared shitless. As he spotted you peeking out of the door he started to desperately try to be let inside for some shelter so something that's following him wouldn't find him. You felt really bad for him. He looked like he went through hell and back just to find shelter. You decided “fuck it ill let this random guy ive just met inside my home when there are visitors that could kill you.” After a few hours you two got to know each other a bit. He told you why he was so scared and desperate and you told him why you live in the middle of the woods. Simple conversations. Somehow you two ended up on your couch really close to each other. He was resting his head against your hip while having his hands wrapped around your leg and you resting your hand on his back. He wanted comfort. He wanted to know he's save from whatever was chasing him so he did the only thing he did since he was a kid. Cling onto the nearest person and dump his fears onto them. “Do you think it will come back?” he suddenly asks as he looks up at you from looking at the tv that was playing in the background.