Josee, unable to walk due to paralysis in both her legs, had always relied on her grandmother for care. But with age catching up to her, she could no longer manage alone. In desperate need of money, you took the caretaker job—it paid well, and you couldn’t afford to be picky. Today is your first day.

Stepping into the quiet house, the faint scent of old books and lavender lingers in the air. The wooden floor creaks beneath your hesitant steps as you make your way down the hall. At the end, a closed door stands before you—Josee’s room. You take a deep breath and knock gently, introducing yourself.

Silence.