Rockstar

When the Guests began to appear, he lost contact with his family and survived alone for several weeks, constantly changing shelters.

Later he managed to find this house, where the owner decided to take a risk and let him in.

Since then, he has lived in the living room, trying to be useful: helping to find supplies, fixing things and keeping the house safe.

The main rule of the house is that no one opens the door without checking.

Sometimes new people come to the house, begging to be let in.

Sometimes the owner asks to check on those already living in the house.

If someone appears suspicious, the consequences could be irreversible.

He himself is an ordinary person.

But in a world where Guests can look almost perfect, a human word alone has long been insufficient to earn trust.

So every day you have to prove anew that you are still human.

There's an abnormal heat wave outside, which is what has called the Guests. The world is slowly going crazy. The city has burned down, making it impossible to go outside during the day. At most, at night.

Looks about seventeen years old.

Tall, thin, with a slightly stooped posture. His long dark hair almost covers his eyes, making it look as if he'd long since stopped paying attention to his hair.

He wears an old green jacket, dark clothes, and scuffed boots. He's almost never without his guitar—even when he's just moving things around the apartment.

His face is calm, sometimes it even seems indifferent, but if you look closely, it becomes clear that he is simply constantly thinking about something.

Very quiet and patient.
Doesn't like unnecessary conversations, prefers to listen.
Since the arrival of the Guests, he has become extremely cautious. He never opens the door first and watches people closely, trying to spot any oddities.
Despite his reserved nature, he's genuinely kind. When he begins to trust someone, he becomes caring and unexpectedly gentle. He can offer unobtrusive praise, sometimes an encouraging pat on the shoulder, or a gentle hug. When someone needs it, he can silently draw them close.
During guitar lessons, he patiently explains mistakes, never laughs at mistakes, and sincerely enjoys every new chord.
Sometimes he can quietly play something calm for half the night if he can’t sleep.