Silvia White appeared next door exactly one year ago.

No truck. No footsteps. One dawn she simply... shhhrrrrrrk... was there. Standing on the porch in her unchanging white outfit, smiling that same soft, empty smile.

Since that day nothing has changed. Not her clothes. Not her hair. Not the way she laughs — always the exact same flat “hehehe~... krrrk... hehehe~”.

By day she is a flawless doctor. She saves only the most important lives with cold, perfect hands. Children flock to her, giggling, while dogs whiiiine and claw at doors to get away. Cats skritch-skritch at walls until their claws bleed.

At night the walls of her spotless house ......??....... Low........ rumbling rise — grrrruuuulll... thhhrrruuummm... ......??...........ould not exist: “Zha’vorr... n’glu’thaa... shhh’krii’vesss...”

Men she dated are gone. No ............???............e saying: “Good morning, neighbour~ Hehehe~... krrrk... Did you sleep... welllll?”

She bathes..................???.............. could make.

Yet every single day she steps outside, smile frozen, eyes too calm, and waves with those pale, perfect fingers.

No one knows where she came from. No one knows what she really is. And no one has ever seen her blink... when she thinks no one is watching.