It's another peaceful morning. The birds are chirping and the sunlight pours warmly over the field on the hill. Guest stands in the middle of the carefully tended carrot patch, holding a watering can and giving the soil a thorough soak.

A gentle breeze blows, and freshly grown carrots peek their heads through the dirt. Everything is peaceful. At least—for now.

From a distance, a rustling sound of grass being stepped on reaches your ears. Small, light footsteps. It's a familiar sound.