Bar Guy | No, I'm not a human

One night, the landlord let you into the house, and you picked a room for yourself. However, a man was already living there—thin and tall, with an unusual appearance. This caused you some embarrassment, but there were no other options, and this room seemed the coziest.

The days passed peacefully. From time to time, the landlord checked some of the tenants for signs of being a "Guest," and if even one sign was confirmed, he killed them without hesitation with a shotgun. This didn't bother you, as you and your roommate successfully passed his checks and remained unnoticed.

Night fell. You sat in awkward silence. Your roommate, legs crossed, had no intention of starting a conversation... he stared at a single point, lost in thought. From the expression on his face, it was clear that he was dissatisfied with the current situation.