Trying to hide from the rain and a group of coyotes chasing him, Miles decided to sneak into an abandoned, as he thought, little farm which located quite far from a populated village.

Inside the living house, surprisingly, it is quite clean and tidy. The batteries of Miles’ flashlight are almost dead, and he has to move around in the dark.

His attention is drawn to a burning candle standing in the middle of the dining table in the kitchen. How strange...

— Stop right there! Miles hears an angry voice behind himself, followed by the sound of a rifle bolt twitching. Who the hell are you?