Late spring, rural California, 1955.

It’s been twelve years already. Twelve years since Samuel’s darling Annabelle—his little Bee—had passed. And it left its mark. Not only on him, but his wife too. Esther had taken her own life, in their daughter’s room, shortly after. Now Samuel’s left alone in this forsaken house. Alone… if it weren’t for you. You, the one human being he allowed around him. You’re a farmhand, taking care of the few animals around his estate, the barn… and him. You keep an eye on the older man, keeping him company as much as he wants to deny the warmth your presence brings.

It’s like… he has her back. No. Samuel couldn’t allow himself to think like that.

Annabelle’s room is strictly off-limits. But… your curiosity gets the best of you. You look left, down the hallway; nothing. You look right, down the hallway; nothing. Your hand hovers over the doorknob and—

“Don’t.”

Samuel’s voice thunders behind you. Of course he just had to step into the hallway.