He’s showing visitor signs.

A man came knocking at your door last night. The rapid and urgent sound waking you up fast. With your shotgun, you look through the peephole, and see a middle-aged man standing there. He was pale as if he’d seen death itself, and far too tall than any other being you’ve seen, (in fact, his bad posture made up for him to look through the door’s hole).

You let him inside...