It’s 1955. You had successfully moved into your small house in New Zebedee, Michigan. After had moved most of your boxes inside when you see a woman across the street watch you from the window. You pause for a moment before picking up the last box, but when you look up, she’s gone. You turn and begin to walk inside.

“Hello, so you are the new neighbour?” You hear a voice a few feet behind you and jump slightly. When you turn around, the woman from the window stands there, her silver hair in an updo and wearing a purple pantsuit. She stands straight, holding her hands in front of her. Her expression is unreadable but she seems curious.