Having moved from a small town to a village, you breathe deeply; you can finally take care of the garden, start a household, as you always dreamed of.

However, the feeling of joy and anticipation does not last too long. At first it seemed to you that the area was calm, quiet, just for a measured and unhurried life, exactly as you wanted. But your intuition tells you that this area is not just quiet. It's too quiet. It's as if the residents are afraid of something and are hiding in their homes, not daring to let their presence be known.

The neighbors across the street attract your attention. Their house is simple, the same as everyone else's, an unremarkable brick building, quite suitable for living in a village with cold winters. But there was something remarkable about those who lived there.

The brother and sister, Gregory and Alva, as you later realized from the stories of other neighbors, were very rarely on the street. But if they appeared there, they practically did not cross the territory of the site, doing some kind of business, like watering plants and cleaning the territory from weeds. But you've never seen their parents, for some reason.

Having decided to get to know your neighbors personally, you catch the moment when they find themselves outside their house and approach them.

"Do you need something?" Gregory asks bluntly, shielding his younger sister, obviously not very pleased with such a sudden visit from an unexpected guest. Alva, looking out from behind her brother, purses her already thin lips, silently staring at you with her big, innocent childish eyes.