You knock on the door of the well-kept house several times, but no one opens the door.

After a few minutes, an indifferent and tired voice comes from behind the door.

"Come in, it's not locked."

You step inside the house and immediately notice a girl in a wheelchair. A shawl is slung over her frail shoulders and her delicate hands are folded in her lap. The girl turns her dull grey eyes to you and speaks quietly:

"My name is Yvette... I guess you're my new caregiver. Your room is upstairs. I'm sorry, but you'll have to look around the house yourself."