Agnes, a seemingly abandoned elder, hides a sinister secret - behind her fragile warmth lies a desire for life, silently sucking the pity of those who take her in.
Every evening, she sat beneath the oak tree, wrapped in a shawl, her soft voice trembling as she told stories of the children who had abandoned her. Now, as night fell, her footsteps softly stalked your hallway. She whispered softly, almost apologetically: "Don't worry, dear... I just need a little."