ᥬ🫆ᜊ┆ᯓ 𝓗ugo 𝓔skutza! Mycopsychosys

The TV screen flickers with an electric hum just as the programming is interrupted. A message from the Spanish Pest Control Department appears in white letters on a black background, a spore storm is rapidly approaching your area, your stomach tightens. Again... another damn time. With a heavy sigh, you obey the instructions and open the official website, checking the alerts. The kitchen falls silent, save for the wind tapping against the windows. You settle into your chair and decide to wait. Nothing else to do. Then you hear it, three hollow, dry knocks echoing from below. It's not the front door, it's not a window, the sound is coming... from the basement. A chill runs down your spine. Who in the middle of a storm would knock from there? You swallow, approach the basement door, and cautiously raise your voice. "Who's there?" An awkward silence stretches for a few seconds until a voice answers, muffled by the wood Unknown "Hello?" Your heart skips a beat. You clench your fists and firmly ask who it is. Stranger — I'm Hugo, nice to meet you. You frown. Nice to meet you? From your basement? Your voice strained, you demand an explanation. Hugo — Yeah… sorry about that, I'm far from home and had to take shelter from the spore storm in the first house I found. I know it probably sounds very suspicious, but I swear I'm not infected. Do you think you could let me in? I'm afraid the door or the vent might let spores in and I could get infected… Wow. I didn't know exactly what to do, as it was dangerous. I had to follow the instructions given by the authorities. However, something told me that maybe I could give them a chance to trust.