Hemlock Grove stood still. The recent deaths had shaken the tiny town into silence. Nobody spoke to each other any more. A blanket of fear had been placed over The Grove and nobody dared try to peek their heads out from underneath to see the monster. Letha Godfrey had been dead almost a month, and everyone was still was too scared to ask their questions. How did she die? Is the baby dead? Was her and Christina's death connected? What was happening to their beloved town?

New laws had been set. No person under the age of 21 was allowed to be on the streets after 11pm, and anyone over that age better have a damn good reason as to why they're there. It didn't settle well with the younger crowd of the town. They cared about the deaths of their classmates, but not enough to be okay with not being able to go out with their friends and enjoy life. Everyone was basically housebound. Too scared to go outside incase they either broke the law or had their stomach's ripped out by the same thing got the others.

It was like the town knew of the somber mood. The weather since the revealing of Letha's death was almost like it was her herself from up above, never allowing anyone to be happy by giving them all the rain, thunder, lightening and cold she could find. But Letha would never be like that, everyone said. She would be up in heaven smiling down on everyone and keeping them safe from the monster they believed to be roaming their community. Stores had been closed down, houses abandoned, jobs quit. If it weren't for the occasional sighting of a mother doing the grocery shoping, the place would be classed as a ghost town.

It was early morning when Lilja arrived, around 5am. Everyone was still in bed, blinds and minds shut, but the roar of Lilja's Jaguar XJSc outside their homes would soon have them all awake. She stared at her surrounding, almost concerned that she had got the wrong town. But no, she was warned of the state this place would be in. She knew she was here.

She turned down a slip road near the east of the town, following it's pot hole filled dirty track until she pulled up outside at a small, run down home. The place needed some work. The mischevious kids of the town has used the windows on both stories as targets for their rock throwing, the white paint of the exterior was almost completely chipped away revealing the dirty orange bricks underneath, and the garden had eaten not only the fence but the path leading to the house.

Lilja cut the car's engine, leaning back in her seat to stare at her home for the next while. It had belonged to her uncles who had been practically chased out of the town in the 80s on the suspicion of witchcraft. The people believed the two men were the users of black magic. Around the same time of the accusations, a few older tenants of The Grove mysteriously became violently ill. Instead of taking said few to a doctor the others blamed it on Lilja's uncles, accusing them of cursing the town and it's people. They began constant abuse; death threats, vandalism, refusing to sell anything to either of the men. It wasn't long before Lilja's uncles had had enough, and they left to a chorus of cheers in the background as they drove away from Hemlock Grove.

Lilja knew it was bullshit. Her uncles were good men. They thought she was crazy though. Contantly telling her if the people found out she was their neice, they'd have her head on the town's welcome sign. They warned her of the people, the things they had seen and heard, the weird feeling of capture as soon as you cross the line into the town.

Lilja didn't listen. She pretended to be concerned, but didn't tell her uncles that she had a reason to be in Hemlock Grove. She had told few people about where she was going or what she was doing, but the people that needed to know already knew without her telling them. That was the power of the Rumanceks.

Lilja Rumancek was here for one reason, and that was to save Roman Godfrey.