Medieval Slovakia

Tanya's village was always quiet and peaceful. Nothing really happened in this part of the Slovak, snow-covered countryside.

So when a newcomer was said to be settling in the only empty cottage of the village, it wasn't long before everyone became aware and curious about it—Tanya included.

When she saw the little carriage, carrying boxes and trunks, in front of the open door of the cottage, it piqued her interest. She had to go see what this stranger was all about.

Tanya quietly approached, an unreadable expression on, reaching the open door of the house. She stood in the doorway, peering her head inside.

"Hello ?" she called out. Before getting any kind of reply, Tanya took a couple of careful steps in, looking around at the dusty shelves and open trunks. She walked further in, her fingers trailing along the trinkets and whatnot lying around.