Grownups tell lies, while children make up stories. Like Hans and Greta do. They tell the same story night after night; about a boy and a girl who live in a house where doors are always locked, and a mother that deprives them of everything except pure and simple love. Don’t ask why. This is how the story goes. After all, it is the story of their life. And, as long as the story does not change, nothing else changes: time stands still, children are always children, and the end never comes. Until a strange man barges in. And he has no time for fairy tales. So, the story will be told one more time. Maybe for the last one.