The piercing ring of the front door startled him. He never thought he could delve into such a simple task. His brother thought the same; both stood up sadly to consider the newly arrived person. She was shocked by the sad pink eyes of the white-haired figure in front of them. "Um, hey, I want to ask something ..." the girl yawned. John and Jeen quickly pulled the girl into the house and quickly closed the door. "I haven't even said what I want from you ...", she said in a neutral tone. "Come on. You urgently need something new to wear. You can't walk around this area in these clothes!" Jeen said, pointing to the tattered gothic clothes the strange person was wearing. "Here, put that on right now. The shower over here, you have to get in there first, then comb your hair and then get dressed. Come back to us after that, okay?" John told her. The girl stared at the fancy clothes that Jeen was holding out to her. The twins pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door. John went into the kitchen, already made something small to eat; Jeen quickly cleared one of the many filthy rooms and made the bed new. After that was done, the brothers waited in the dining room. “Um, what now?” The twins turned their gaze towards the room door and froze. The unknown girl stood in the door frame wrapped in a towel, soaking wet. Jeen widened his eyes in alarm; John jumped up, ran to the visitor and dragged her back into the bathroom, he knew his brother. John pecked at the girl's underwear, somewhat disgusted: "Put that back on first, that's the most important thing," gave it to her and turned around. "So what now?" She asked again. John turned slowly around, took the white shirt in his hand and said: "Now you raise your arms up." As I said, so done. John pulled the blouse over her head; the hardest part was done. Now John took the pants, asked for the girl's right leg and put her in her pants too. "So, do you know something like a blow dryer and a brush?" He asked, not expecting much. Reluctantly, the girl replied: "No" and shook her head. John took the brush in his hand and explained: "Here you can comb your hair. And here you blow it dry." He pointed to the blow dryer. "Will you help me with that too?" Asked the visitor. John opened the door: “No, my brother Jeen will help you with that.” His twin was already standing in the door and took over from here. Jeen knew his brother too. Jeen closed the door behind his brother and picked up the brush. He carefully combed the girl's white hair and then blow-dried her. "Come on, we're not done yet," Jeen said after all her hair was dry and led the girl into the dining room. "So, what did you want?", John asked after she had sat down." I wanted to ask if there was a hotel anywhere near here ... ", she mumbled sleepily and took a bite.