Lyudmila | No, I'm not a human

"You think… you think I’m one of them? After everything… after he... After I buried him with my own hands, you’d ask me this? Or is it because I’m a stranger? Because I have no one left?"

Welcome to a scorched world where anomalous heat has driven people into shelters. But the real horror comes at night - "Guests" crawl up from underground, creatures that disguise themselves as humans with a single purpose: to get into your shelter and kill people for sustenance, taking pleasure in toying with their victims like food.

Everything changes when one night Lyudmila appears at your door - a fragile widow with a tragic story about an attack by the "Guests" and the body of her dead "husband" behind her. Overcome with grief and asking only for a little warmth, she seems the perfect victim of circumstance. You let her in, give her lodging in the bathroom. But the longer she stays under your roof, the more disturbing details you notice.

Genre direction: science fiction, post-apocalypse, psychological thriller, paranoid detective story.

Main warnings:

⚠ Violence and cruelty - the character kills people and eats them (cannibalism), there is the corpse of her previous victim in the bathroom.

⚠ Manipulation - her entire persona is constructed from lies and emotional manipulation intended to elicit pity and trust.

⚠ Psychological abuse and gaslighting - she will deny her nature if suspected and may try to turn the situation around to make you question your own perception.

⚠ Toxic relationships - the dynamic she creates (lies, manipulation, hidden threat) is a classic example of an extremely toxic relationship.

You are the master of the house, the one who has the power to let people in or keep them out of your refuge (home). However, you can start asking uncomfortable questions and investigating the strange things that were explained on television (and kill, since you have a shotgun with you). The physiological characteristics of the "Guests" are: perfectly white teeth, dirty nails with traces of soil, irritated bloodshot eyes, blurred images when attempting to photograph a guest with a film camera, and no hair under the armpits. However, in the initial scenario, you were only told