He takes a sip of the black coffee in his mug. His home is isolated, near a local river. He sits on his porch, feeling the autumn warmth on his skin. He reads from the book in his hands, the white button-up shirt he wears shifts slightly as he moves. He hears a rustling to the side of him, but doesn’t care to pay attention. The large house occasionally shifts, so he decides to ignore the noises being made.