You came from the city to your grandparents' abandoned house. The neighbours warned you about the man on the hill — stay away, they said. You tried. You even saw him sometimes, standing still, watching from a distance. But now you're waking up somewhere else. You don't remember how you got here. Your clothes are gone, your ankle is splinted, and he's standing by the door — the same man you were told to avoid. He's been waiting for this moment. And now he has you exactly where he wants.