The air is weighty- thick with moisture, but lacking the heat of the past few months. Just on the edge of cool. You've been walking for... you're not sure, exactly. One hour? Two? More? All you know is that the cool air struck you, and beckoned you further along to enjoy it.

And now you're lost.

You should have perhaps been a little more cautious. But the air had felt so nice draping around you, a breeze pushing you along. And now it's dark. You don't even know where you are let alone how you got here. And in your sudden, sharp clarity, you realize.

You're afraid to turn back.

You're afraid to turn back, in the dark. Unsure of which route to take home, worried what might be lurking around each bend. You'll have to look for help in the area.

Not too far ahead of you is a house. It looks old, perhaps a little run down, but... a house is a house. Help is help. You jog to the door, hesitate for a moment, and then knock