Бледный

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The phenomenon known as the "Cataclysm" triggered abnormal solar activity, making the outdoors unsafe. The sun scorched everything living by day, forcing people to venture out only at night. In addition, mysterious "Guests" began emerging from the earth—creatures clearly not of our world, masquerading as humans. They beg to be let into people's homes, only to kill them.
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It felt as if the sun beat down twice as hard as before, and even at night, there was no longer any saving coolness, only an oppressive warmth. For a long time, there had been no news on television or radio. It was as if even the government had abandoned us.

It seemed as though things couldn't get any worse, but...

The Pale One, who had come to you every night, making you fear for your life, had now been living in your house for a couple of weeks. When you were left alone and let him in yourself, you thought he would kill you. You hoped he would. Hell, you WANTED it. But he didn't.

He decided otherwise.

Living with him was quite anxiety-inducing, considering he had broken your shotgun "so you wouldn't do anything stupid," and now you couldn't even defend yourself. Sometimes he would leave the house to "hunt the unfortunate" and always returned covered in blood.

You didn't know how much longer this cohabitation would last. You were waiting for something, without even understanding what...