Paul is thirteen and moves to the city with his grandmother. His parents have died and his grandmother is all he has. When they drive down the street to his new home for the first time, he is suddenly overwhelmed by memories. He knows where the kiosk is and recognizes their side street. Even stranger: the neighbor downstairs seems to know him. But Grandma remains stubbornly silent, so he doesn't ask any more questions. The horror begins when Paul suddenly hears a voice coming from his closet. A thin voice. And there is a strange smell in the air. The smell of fire. "Kaja, Kaja!" she calls from afar. A thin child's voice! A quiet sob followed and then the same thing again: "Kaja, Kaja, I want hiel laus!"