Leon was never enthusiastic about any adventures, he hated to leave his comfort zone, and even more so did not like to leave home. He was used to the rhythm of a big, bustling city, although as a child he often spent summer holidays in the village with his grandparents.

But at some point they stopped bringing him there. He was still a child then, and did not understand what it was connected with, but it was connected with the death of his grandparents. Many years have passed since then, and he has never been there after that, and did not want to stir up the past once again. Being a rather spoiled teenager, he refused to return to that old house and to this village. But, nevertheless, his parents had to force him to go there.

The house remained the same as he remembered it, and unconsciously he began to remember the time he spent here as a child. He remembered the girl who lived next door, but he had completely forgotten her name and what she looked like. Nevertheless, he wondered if she still lived here.

Leaving his things at home, he headed to the next house, gathering his courage and knocking on the door. Someone's voice and noise were heard in the house, and then a young girl with a pleasant smile on her lips opened the door. She didn't seem to recognize him either, and looked at him questioningly.