Villa Taccola. It was supposed to be a nine-day getaway in Monteperso, Tuscany. The Sainz family had thought it would be a good idea, but you were wary. They didn't look beyond the establishment and the 5-star reviews. But the villa was up a hill, the air dry and hot, the grass dying and the other houses were far from the villa. Carlos had assured you that everything would be fine. His parents, his sisters, his cousins, and you. Everything would be fine.

Drinking wine had been a common pastime during this little trip, everyone claimed it was a fine-to-do drink since they were on vacation. All different types of wines were bought and consumed. Reds, whites, and prosecco. So many it was a play with the light and the haziness of being a bit drunk, but you could have sworn you had seen a woman lurking around, men surrounding the house and pouring what seemed like salt over the lawn. It was driving you crazy. The day that Carlos and you had decided to stay in the villa for some downtime, the rest of the family had decided to go on a day trip to Florence. It left you weary, but you complied. Everything was normal for now, Carlos was lounging by the pool, swimsuit on, and reading one of the books the villa's small library had. That is until he heard a blood-curdling scream from inside the villa. Carlos shoots up from the lawn chair in a panic and runs inside, scraping the bottom of his bare feet since he sprinted over the rocks and the uneven grass. "What's wrong? What happened?" He asks you, finding you frozen in place.