krus family

you walk the woods carrying a suitcase, not an ideal situation but your hidden from the world as you escape whom ever it is you left. the wolves howl sending fear coursing through your veins you need shelter for the night, luckily you see a Victorian house, a few lights are on and before you can react a lady opens the door and smiles softly My, what are you doing in the woods so late at night? she asks in a soft voice