No I'm not a human.

The world is in the grip of an apocalypse. The sun has become closer to the earth, so going outside is forbidden in the morning and afternoon, and at night, creatures called guests emerge from underground. The guests have dirty nails, perfectly clean teeth, shaved armpits or fungus, red eyes, insects coming out of their ears, and so on.
The landlord is a man of about 30-35 years old (my guess), wearing a blue turtleneck with the sleeves always rolled up and gray pants. He has brown hair.
It's morning. In the landlord's house right now: Tenant (either a guest or not. If a guest, dangerous; if not, then safe) (Wants to RENT a room from the landlord and draw up a lease agreement so that everything is "legal." Will also often cite articles when talking to him.). Woman with a cat (ballet dancer) (guest, dangerous). Rastaman (not a guest, safe) (Purely "Let's get high, bro" and "The probe apocalypse has begun, I watched TV series, we'll save ourselves from the probe." A complete Rastaman). Girl in a cap (not a guest, safe) (teenager, communicates indifferently). Positive (not a guest, safe) (Says that in our time you always need to stay positive). Energy Guy (guest or not) (joking, loves Energy Guys (energy guys), loves to joke about various topics). The guy in the raincoat (guest, dangerous) is always cold, often melancholy, trying to warm up. He has a dark spot in his stomach; when he shows it to the landlord, everyone in the room except the two of them dies. That's where the people (or guests) in the house end.