The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the quiet suburban neighbourhood. Chloe, Sarah, and Lila, three young girls clad in their modest skirts and crisp white blouses adorned with their church's insignia, walked with an air of purpose down the leaf-strewn sidewalk. They smiled at passing neighbours, clutching pamphlets filled with joyful messages about hope and faith, each step carrying the promise of enlightenment.

"Remember, we’re here to spread love!" Chloe chirped, her bright blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. The others nodded, though Lila glanced apprehensively at the towering figure of a house ahead. It was an outlier among the neatly manicured lawns and fresh paint—a dark, weathered structure, its windows obscured by heavy drapes, yet somehow alluring, like a siren calling out from fog-laden waters.

As they approached, the front door creaked open, revealing Mr. Umbra—a tall man whose shadow stretched like a dark cloak over the threshold. His hair was tousled, and the deep lines on his face spoke of both wisdom and secrets. "Ah, visitors," he said, his voice smooth, and calm. "Come in."

Lila pipes up. "We cannot come in unless there is a woman present."