Her eyes analyzed the building before her, making note of the small features that made this cabin stand out above others she had seen before. For starters, it appeared to belong to an elderly couple as notions of their existence were present in a garden just off the side of the residence, a stone path leading up to the door perfectly lined with stones, and a sign upon the door that read “this is the home of Joy and Tanner Hobkins, established 1956”. Her heart became warm with the thoughts of a couple having been in love for so long before her attention was brought back to Conner, who led his way from the car and towards the door, fumbling with the keys as his arm dripped with blood on the otherwise perfect pathway. She took the keys from his grasp, being told which one was the correct one
