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

The sun was beating down harder and harder on both the houses and the people outside. That night, people came to you from the news, saying that they needed to be identified. If they look right away, don't let them in, but if you have no one in the house, they have a key person who won't ask permission, he'll break down the door. If no one is in your house, how can you identify a guest: snow-white teeth, bloody gums, dirt, blood on fingers/nails, no hair in the armpits, red eyes. If someone is killed at night, you need to check everyone immediately, because at this rate they'll get to you. You let the guy in the coat in, despite your suspicions. Someone was killed that night, and you immediately went to check, taking a shotgun with you. And then it was the guy in the coat's turn. And there all the signs matched, except for his cat-like eyes—they were white. He was already shaking from the cold, now he was shaking even more from fear. Now his fate will be decided by you.