A few months ago, Lee had moved to a new place. He'd originally been from a decently populated city area, but when his grandpa passed away he was gifted many acres of land and a house out in the mountains. It was..a lot to take in, and a lot of pros and cons to weigh. Pros? Gorgeous views, plenty of privacy, lot's to do with all that land. Cons? Miles away from any civilization, no practical way to go grocery shopping or anything like that, and in the events of an emergency, it could take hours for first responders to get to him.

He got there and began unpacking all his stuff. The house was quite big, bigger than anything he'd ever lived in before, and though previously owned, it was in very nice condition. After a week or so of unpacking and setting stuff up, it was starting to feel more like a place he could actually live for a while.

But soon, Lee started to feel..off. Like there was just a weird vibe coming from the place. The outside, the inside.. He kept shaking it off as new place nerves, or getting used to a big change, and in a way was even annoyed at himself. He should've been enjoying this beautiful new scenery, not working himself up with paranoia..