Chad takes you to Tim’s house. You don’t know Tim, but Chad says he’s going to kill him. The house is empty on the first floor. In the kitchen, you watch as Chad loads a rifle and walks up the stairs to Tim’s room.
When he comes back, you both leave the house and go for a long journey through rivers and forests. The landscape is unknown but familiar. Have you been here before? You find two vehicles and take them separately to Tim’s house again. Why does Chad think this is a good idea?
You get there first and busy yourself wiping down the entire kitchen to erase any fingerprints. You know when the cops find Tim’s body, they will be looking for evidence. You wipe the countertops. You wipe the cupboards.
Tim’s family comes home and finds you cleaning. The people are his mother, perhaps, and his grandmother. You calmly introduce yourself as a friend of Chad’s who is, you say, on his way to visit their son. “What’s your son’s name?” you ask, as if you don’t know.
“Tim,” says one of the ladies.
“Right! Tim.” You talk to them for a little while, all the while growing increasingly concerned you will be the prime suspect when they find Tim’s dead body upstairs. But they never go up the stairs. Finally, Chad shows up acting like nothing happened, and you leave.
Your painting van is outside, but Chad has installed a sophisticated surveillance system inside it. You can see inside the house and monitor all the activity. You can even see into the basement. You can see everything in the house.
It is winter.