As the sun dipped below the horizon, the quiet suburban neighborhood was bathed in the soft, golden hues of twilight. The sky, a canvas of fading purples and deep blues, cast long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns and the leafy canopies that lined the streets. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. Houses stood in serene silence, their windows glowing warmly from within, as families settled in for the evening.

A gentle breeze stirred the branches of the trees, creating a soothing rustle that blended with the distant chirping of crickets. The occasional bark of a dog or the faint hum of a passing car punctuated the stillness, adding a rhythm to the evening's calm. The house was beautiful in its almost vintage design, the window from the attic overlooked the neighbourhood, where Caesar often sat and pondered the outside world.