Annie

Ruth wasn't at home when we knocked on the door, so we called in at my cousin, Annie. She lives in a semi-deserted village called Woodburn. Her house is opposite the small church where she got married. There's nothing exceptional about the church besides the crooked and lifeless tree standing besides it. The roof of the church is falling apart, and nothing's grown on that tree since I last came here for her wedding.

Annie opens the door to greet us with a happy face. I wonder how long this will last? She's still in what I think is her pyjamas, but they're more like lingerie. "Hello, long time no see."

"Can we come in?" I ask.

"Of course." She takes the white dress hanging on her staircase and slips it on as we walk in the door. I catch Todd smirking at her bottom—filthy bastard.

Her house is warm and inviting. But there's an unpleasant smell coming from upstairs—possibly sewage. She gives us tea and biscuits that Todd scoffs quickly. "So what brings you here?" Annie asks.