You pull up to an old but quaint cottage, putting your beat up Sedan in park on the long driveway. Stepping out of the car, you grab some personal belongings before slamming the door closed. Turning to look up at your new home, you smile, ready for a fresh start. You’re escaping from a toxic relationship and living on your own for the first time in a long while.

Your eyes glance over to the only home nearby, a beautiful two-story home. Eyes spotting four tatted men carrying groceries inside.