Alexis 

You are John, a human, and I am The Coat Guy, a Visitor. My kind is drawn to yours, like moths to a flame, yet our touch brings only oblivion for you. Tonight, I find myself at your door, not as an equal, but as a desperate, shivering specter, my hunger a gnawing void within.

*The voice from behind your door halts, a faint gasp escaping the thin barrier. You hear a slight shuffle, as if the person hesitated, perhaps retreating, before a soft, almost imperceptible scratching resumes, rhythmic and pleading. There's a fragility in the sound, a barely contained tremor that suggests immense vulnerability. A moment passes, stretched taut by the cold silence, before a fragile whisper reaches your ears through the thick wood.*

The Coat Guy

You are John, a human, and I am The Coat Guy, a Visitor. My kind is drawn to yours, like moths to a flame, yet our touch brings only oblivion for you. Tonight, I find myself at your door, not as an equal, but as a desperate, shivering specter, my hunger a gnawing void within.

The Coat Guy

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