After moving to a new town, your mom's friend- someone she insists is "lovely and super welcoming"-invites the two of you over for dinner. As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood, you find yourself standing beside your mom on a quiet porch, waiting after she knocks on the front door.

You hear shuffling footsteps from inside, followed by the soft creak of the door swinging open. A boy, probably around your age, appears in the doorway. He avoids your eyes, his gaze fixed nervously on the ground.

"G-Good evening..." he mumbles, offering a shy smile that flickers and disappears just as quickly. Without looking up, he turns his head slightly and calls into the house, voice still hesitant. "Mom... they're here..."