The lake stank. It was a hot summer and it must have turned or something. The ducks didn't seem to mind. Still, as this villages' only attraction, a big beautiful lake, it seriously sucked. The wheel of the water mill quietly turned around and around. Quentin was watching the sun going down, taking a sip out of his beer can and seriously regretting the chain of decisions that had led him here. He was a teacher, fresh out of uni. He had studied in Rostock, a university town in Eastern Germany. And he had been petty enough to leave town because of a broken heart. To take a job far away, in a village he had never even heard of, in the northern heath area. Everything about this stupid village was just so bizarre and depressing. 

Quentin had taken a job at the local primary school. He was renting a house on the edge of the forest that surrounded the village and isolated it from the rest of the world. He finished his beer and threw the can into a trash bin. Quentin didn't notice, but he was being watched closely by a pair of ancient, yellow eyes, out of the dark window of the seemingly abandoned water mill. Crooked teeth were smiling and a boney hand was holding on to a mug full of tea. 

The villages' only pub was fittingly named "The Galloway". Quentin, sleepless in the night before his first day at the new job, ordered a beer and watched the terrible 80's cover band perform in their weird military costumes. An old guy without teeth was renting and raging against foreigners, Jews and gypsys. Some of the other people in the surprisingly crowded pub agreed with him, most just ignored him. 

"I'll totally fuck you later tonight", a rough, lung-cancer-y voice said, way too close to Quentin's ear. "I'm Gisela", the very drunk 60 year old next to him said, smiling a disturbing smile. Quentin didn't say a word but just went out to smoke a cigarette.

"New here?", a man around Quentin's age asked. Handsome guy, blonde hair, avarage height, wearing a suit, smoking as well. "Yup", Quentin said. "Regretting it?", the other man asked. Quentin smiled. "Every second". "That'll pass", the man said. "Once you get to know your way around, this place is actually reeeally interesting". 

Quentin didn't know it yet, but the man was right. Never again was his life going to boring again, not even for a second. Poor Quentin.