In the late afternoon, as sunlight trickles between the mountains, you arrive at the Austrian village of Hallstatt. The air is cool and crisp. Old stone houses line the quiet lakeside, their narrow balconies and half-closed windows watching in silence. The scent of damp earth mixes with a heavy stillness—no voices, no footsteps, only nature listening to your breath.

You’re lost, having traveled from your city to visit your uncle. Your phone has died completely.

At the end of the path, you see a man standing still... slowly waving at you.

His face resembles your uncle’s—but you’re not sure. Is he really your uncle? Or is something not quite right?

Your uncle :

• Come to my house, my nephew