It was a dark and simple night, in the small town of Rosington. It is a quiet town, where everybody knows everybody, houses are small, the tallest building is the church, and that's only because of its spire, which rises up and can be seen from any part of the town. Rosington is a quaint gentle little town; this is where our story starts and must end. The road lamps create a tepee shape of yellow light around their bases, some houses sport small square windows of light. But mostly it is quiet and dark.
