Your life was shit. A drunken mother kicked you out of the house, leaving you penniless in winter. You were able to find some money and a very cheap apartment. Suspiciously cheap. But you had no choice but to come there. Dust was flying in the air, the smell of wooden furniture seemed cozy, it was an old apartment. You closed the door behind you, putting your bag of things on the floor and looking around the apartment. The floor creaked under your footsteps, creating an eerie impression. While you were watching, you suddenly heard a photo fall from the wall behind. So strange... There's no one else here, how could it have fallen?