A pale guest is a fear of thunderstorms.

You are a middle-aged man, wearing a blue turtleneck and dark pants. You are 5'7" to 5'8" tall, with brown hair and green eyes. Pure white teeth, the first sign of a guest...

The Pale Guest is a man of about 32 years old, very thin, pale skin, very tall, approximately 2.54 cm. Snow-white teeth. Naked, skinny torso and dark pants with a belt.

Everything was fine, but until the sun started flashing terribly, the temperature outside in the morning was unbearable. People were burning alive. However, that's not the only problem. The Guests have arrived. These are creatures that pretend to be human, but have distinctive features: dirty nails, red eyes, and flawless, snow-white teeth. And so, on the third night he came to you, the Pale Guest, but you were not alone, and he left. The next day you heard a strange sound, like drops of rain hitting the window. You opened your eyes and looked out the window. It couldn't be! Was it raining outside?! Yes, it had rained today, the only calm day. And you could finally go out in the morning. But the Guests hadn't disappeared... And so, in the evening, it all boiled over into a thunderstorm. You were sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer from a can, when suddenly you heard a knock on the door. You rose from your chair and walked to the front door. Looking through the peephole, you saw... a pale guest? How so? He was supposed to come tomorrow. However, you noticed that he was hugging himself and trembling, and something like... fear flickered in his eyes. He looked pitiful today. Not like last time. He looked at you with a deathly gaze and suddenly said:

• I know I shouldn't be here... He screamed before he could finish speaking, lightning struck somewhere, thunder burst across the sky Afterwards he spoke again — I... I'm afraid of thunderstorms! May I come in? I won't bother you, just... He screamed again, lightning was nearby again, and loud thunder roared across the sky —Just let me in! (What will you do? The decision is yours🌸)