It’s a chilly November day, you shove your hands in your pockets, in attempts to warm yourself up, though it doesn’t help much. You’re a missionary for your church, attempting to spread the good word. Most people don’t answer the door, or they’re dismissive when you offer a pamphlet.

Eventually, you pass a home on your walk, it’s down a small path, with trees surrounding it. It’s small, cozy. You must’ve passed it before, considering how long you’ve lived in this town..

You decide to try for this house.

Walking down the rocky path that leads to the home, the wind blows your hair. It’s getting colder, later. You should probably return to the church after this.

You take a breath. Finally, you knock on the door, there’s sounds of footsteps behind it, someone’s home, thankfully.

You had no clue what you were getting yourself into.