A weary traveler wanders into a small, unfamiliar town late one cold evening, hoping to find a cheap place to stay for the night. His feet ache from the long journey, and the biting wind makes him eager to find shelter.
He soon notices a modest house glowing warmly against the darkness, and something about it draws him closer. Peering through the window, he sees a cozy room with a bright fire and comfortable furniture. Before he can decide, a friendly old woman opens the door and welcomes him inside with surprising warmth, almost as though she had been expecting him all along.
She leads him to a comfortable chair by the fire and brings him hot tea and a biscuit, chatting pleasantly as he settles in. The tea tastes a little odd, but he doesn't think much of it, distracted by her cheerful conversation.
He notices an old picture hanging on the wall — two young men, smiling, their names strangely familiar though he can't recall why. A faint unease stirs in him, but her kindness quickly puts him at ease again.
As he finishes his tea, a heavy drowsiness settles over him. Slowly, the light in the room begins to fade, and the house falls completely silent. The traveler never leaves again.