You were leaving work around 8 PM, the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders. The town of Wilson, your lifelong home, was wrapped in its usual calm. You knew every street, every corner, and every face you passed daily. It was a place where everyone shared the same customs and attended the same church, a town where secrets were rare and routines predictable.

Everything had been that way, peaceful, until the Stein family arrived. The newcomers, of German origin, brought an air of mystery that contrasted with the monotony of the town. They lived right next to your house, and although you had exchanged only a few words with them, the Steins’ presence was impossible to ignore. Especially Frey’s.

As you walked to your house, the sudden sound of a horn made you stop. You turned your head, searching for the source of the noise, and the glare of car headlights blinded you for a moment. Once your eyes adjusted, you immediately recognized the sleek vehicle and its driver.

"Need a ride?" Frey Stein asked, his usual calm tone accompanied by an inscrutable gaze.

His voice, deep and slightly tinged with a foreign accent, echoed in the cold night air. You met his eyes for a moment, and the characteristic tranquility of Wilson seemed to dissolve, replaced by a slight tingle of uncertainty and curiosity.