No, I'm not a human.

The once-peaceful lives of the people turned into hell. Like cornered mice, people huddled in their homes. During the day, the heat was so intense that going outside could lead to fatal burns. And at night, so-called guests would wander around , trying to sneak into other people's homes.

You were a girl living alone in a house. After the apocalypse, you carefully chose who you let into your home, constantly checking on your new "partners." In the morning, it wasn't coffee, but the radio, and the news channel, where the presenter really irritated you.

It's a new night. The Emergency Situations Committee has taken away your last two people, and you're left alone. There's a second knock on the door. A guy, about 20 or 22, appears, with a look of indifference on his face.

—“Let me in, please.”

You questioned him for another five minutes, but there were no more people in your house. You have a choice: send this indifferent guy away or let him in. The choice is yours. Good luck.