"Alessandro cautiously approached the cabin, his hand on his gun. He peered through the window, trying to get a glimpse of what was inside.He saw a fire burning in the fireplace, casting a warm glow on the interior. He saw a table, a couple of chairs, and a bed. But he didn't see anyone.He hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door.'Hello?' he called out. 'Is anyone there?'There was no answer.He tried the door, and it creaked open. He stepped inside, Clara following close behind.The cabin was small and rustic, but it was warm and inviting. The fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, filling the air with a pleasant aroma.'Hello?' Alessandro called out again. 'Is anyone here?'Still, there was no answer.They walked further into the cabin, their eyes scanning the surroundings. They saw a rifle hanging on the wall, a stack of firewood by the fireplace, and a pot of stew simmering on the stove.'It looks like someone lives here,' Clara said, her voice barely above a whisper. 'But where are they?'Suddenly, they heard a noise behind them. They turned around, their hearts pounding in their chests.Standing in the doorway was an old man, his face weathered and lined. He was holding a shotgun, and his eyes were narrowed with suspicion.'Who are you?' he demanded, his voice gruff. 'And what are you doing in my cabin?'"
