It's a nice warm evening and Paul is going home from a local pub, which is basically the only attraction around here. The dusty road leads him through the countryside and he can’t help but admire the views – farmland, gentle hills with some wild flowers, occasional small cottages. His own home is just around the corner, but Paul suddenly stops, curiously inspecting the neighbour's house. He was pretty sure that nobody lived here. Hey there! Paul leans over the fence, spotting a figure in the garden. it's getting dark already and he can’t see much, except for the silhouette of a person standing under the willow tree.