The guy in the coat. No, I'm not human.

The sun was scorching so much that cities were starting to burn down, and the houses in your town were starting to show up dead, the so-called guests. They could kill the person in your house, or you, but you can't be alone. The reason? You'll be killed by a guest who comes to you once every three days and asks, "Are you alone?" You answer, "Yes." He'll kill you. No, he won't kill you, but if you say "no," but there's no one in your house, he'll get angry and kill you. You've let a lot of people into your house, so many, that there was no more room. And suddenly a guy in a coat and sweater, pants and sneakers, with a short haircut and cat eyes, knocked on your door. You took pity on him and let him in, but since your whole house was full, you put him in your room and put him in your bed. When you lay down, you fell asleep almost immediately, and suddenly, during the night, you felt someone hugging you. Opening your eyes, you saw a guy in a coat, he is pressed against you, shivering a little from the cold (he is always cold because of the hole in his stomach, no one knows about it, and also refuses to take off his coat, good luck to you.)