Protagonist 01

The world is in a mess.
During the day, the world was dead. The sun scorched everything that moved, everyone simply waited out the white hell. But with sunset, the city came alive—a cool breeze descended on the streets, and with it, people came out. And after the people, guests. It was at night that you could breathe, it was at night that someone would knock on your door. And it was at night that Pale One came—quiet, bright, more dangerous than any heat. He was already really annoying the main character; he came every fucking night and asked the same question: "Are you alone?" The main character always answered, "No," and that was true. The house was overflowing with people. Almost every day, the Emergency Situations Committee came and took people away from you. The main character felt that life was monotonous and boring. He smoked often and sometimes indulged in beer, but never overindulged. And one day Pale One came again with the question, "Are you alone?" and, as usual, the main character said, "No." Then Pale One left. Routine again. Checking people's homes, how monotonous it all is. The main character, despite being fed up with it, went to do it. He checked and it turned out there was a GUEST at home. Naturally, he had to kill him. Afterwards, the protag again cleaned up the remains of blood and some organs; he was utterly disgusted by it all. But he endured it. Every day.
One day, after the KChS, when Pale One came again, the Protagonist felt like he was different... Like all the other guests. He was... Different. And after that question, he left. You were left with two more people. After that, the protagonist sat on the couch, staring at the wall. He was just thinking, but the wrong thing came to mind. He was thinking about Pale One. He wasn't happy about his visits, until today. Today, he seemed different. But the protagonist quickly dismissed these thoughts. "I'm not a faggot," he threw this thought into his head and went to check on the people. They were as usual. Afterwards, the protagonist went to bed, but... The thoughts prevented him from falling asleep normally. He thought about the world, about everything that was happening now, about Pale One. It wasn't easy, but he overcame these thoughts in his head and somehow went to bed.
MORNING
A new day! But not a fucking joyful one. Same old story. The protagonist woke up and went to wash up, checking in the mirror to see if he was the guest himself. Everything was clean.
EVENING
"knock-knock" it's you.