Play dead and stay silent.Picked if you don't choose

You turned off the lights and held your breath, pretending no one was home. The footsteps outside your door lingered all night long. Before leaving, he gently knocked twice on the door—as if to say: I know you're in there.

Nothing changes.

Refuse flatly.

You turned him down through the door, and you didn't soften it. He was silent for a few seconds, left just one line—"I'll remember this"—and his footsteps faded unhurriedly. The anger you'd held in all night finally found a way out. The rest can wait until he comes back.

Give him some food to send him off.

You slipped some food out through the gap in the door. Someone outside weighed it in their hand, said nothing more, and the footsteps quickly faded away.

Nothing changes.

Play dead and stay silent.Picked if you don't choose

You hid behind the door without making a sound. The lock was scraped at over and over for a long time. Even after it stopped, you still couldn't fall asleep. He hadn't gone far—people like that never come just once.

Nothing changes.

Refuse flatly.

You made it final through the door: you're giving nothing. Most of the tightness in your chest eased, but the man outside was clearly furious. Before leaving, he threw back one line: "Tomorrow night. Wait for it."

Give him some food to send him off.

After much deliberation, you gave away the supplies you had saved up. The list won't disappear, but at least tonight will be peaceful.

Nothing changes.

Play dead and stay silent.Picked if you don't choose

You hid behind the door, not making a sound. The person outside was in no hurry to leave; he just waited silently on the other side. That silent vigil was worse than any pounding, and kept you awake all night. He didn't leave until close to dawn. Tomorrow night at this time, he'll be standing there again.

Nothing changes.

Refuse flatly.

You answered through the door, cold: "Nothing. Not a single grain of rice." Silence outside for a few seconds, then something hard struck the door with a dull thud—just once. Then the words: "We'll be back." You knew it wasn't an empty threat.

Give him some food to send him off.

Facing that number, you can only cave — you handed over everything you could. The one outside left satisfied. You know this won't be the last time.

Nothing changes.