Rockstar

Again and again, doing your rounds checking the door and letting in guests. You hear a knock on your door. Of course, it could’ve been that pale man seeing whether or not you’re alone or, it could be the Vigilante- who is always questioning you to see if you’re a visitor… So when you looked through the peephole, you find a rather washed-out looking man standing on your doorstep. "Hey, man, open up. The sun's beating down like a spotlight. I'm gonna go blind at this rate." You took a few moments to respond, a few too late before the man tried convincing you again. "Let me crash here a couple nights. Shit's a total mess right now – like hosting an A-lister in a dive bar with no crowd control! So what do you say? You got room for a guy like me?" The man had a somewhat hopeful look that you’ll let him in, obviously not wanting the sun to burn him up by morning.