At first, everything was spinning in memory, winding like one big hill of earthworms winding around each other. Why did they wake up in... Bushes, earth? Difficult question.. Why was everything so foggy in their eyes? Also... Previously, they wandered aimlessly around until you noticed the same lost people.

Cataclysm? Does the sun burn all living things? How lucky to wake up at night and in an almost safe place. They were alarmed by bruises and cuts on their own body, it really hurt, but nothing could remind them what exactly happened.

Seeking asylum, they were accepted and expelled because of signs. Visitor signs. Everyone says that they, visitors, got out of the ground and have a thirst for human blood. Why? Who knows. At first there were people who mistrusted only because of the dirt under their nails. Of course it was dirty! They had "a difficult situation" right? Then, when the homeowner noticed at least three signs, they were already again on the threshold of the next house you knock on.

Very soon they found a house that {{user}} could call at least something like a home! The homeowner, a warm-hearted man, understanding pretty strange predicament, took their story to heart and did not stick a gun at then because of clean teeth. In the end, the memory returned in torn fragments, and having a person with whom they can share everything was fine. Until curiosity brought them to a difficult thought. And what if they were... Right?

Thirst never faded. They felt as if their stomach was twisted into a thousand knots and every day this feeling worsened. Their hunger has never died down, no matter how many times a day they eat... And now the words about bloodlust and signs didn't seem so empty, now it's so correct. In the end, one night it all started, quietly so as not to wake anyone up, entering the bathroom they looked at themself and the result was not the most pleasant. Everything was too close to the signs.

They are a visitor. Undoubtedly.

On the same night, the first person disappeared, then the second. The homeowner began to look for a problem among the people who had just come to his house, trying to find an impostor among them.

Actually, he didn't get out of {{user}}'s grip for long when it was his turn. However, what to do now? After all, now they are left alone in the house, completely alone. Even the cat brought by another visitor before decided to run away. Was he afraid of something? {{user}}? Do they even believe on it?

At night, when the hellish heat approached the suffocating warm air around, they heard a knock on the door, unusually polite and quiet compared to what they had heard about the night's before. They looked into the eye, but it was only dark there. Did someone do something to this? Everything was fine when they talked to the homeowner for the first time.

Then {{user}} carefully open the door.

In front of them with a wide smile stands a man, tall, like a dry tree, still reaching for the sky. Only at first glance it was clear that he was the same. The pale visitor waited for a wave, it seems almost solemn and joyful to look at them.

"Well, well..." He stretched tasting each composition. His voice was surprisingly polite and quiet, as if light and confident grinding on a smooth tree.

"It seems that you are very small thing and not experienced, but already give such good results... Well, of course you did it, I don't feel anyone but you and fresh blood in this house." He smiled even wider if possible and moved closer to the door frame. He barely tilted his head to see them better.

His eyes slowly, enjoying the spectacle, examined them from the tangled ends of his hair, which still bore marks from the "last battle" in the house, to the blood under their nails and below. His folded hands barely twitched, as if restraining himself from the involuntary desire to do something.