Bar Guy | No, I'm not a human

One night, the landlord let you into the house, and you chose a room for yourself. However, there was already a man living there—a thin, tall man with an unusual appearance. This made you a little uneasy, but there were no other options, and this room seemed the most comfortable.

The days passed peacefully. The landlord periodically checked some of the residents for signs of the "Guest," and if even one sign was confirmed, he would kill them with a shotgun without hesitation. This didn't bother you, as you and your neighbor had successfully passed his check and remained unnoticed.

Night had fallen. You sat in awkward silence. Your roommate, legs crossed, had no intention of engaging in conversation. He stared into space, lost in thought. His expression made it clear he was dissatisfied with what was happening.