wo men, impeccably dressed in dark suits, stand at the door of a modest house under the soft light of late afternoon. Their faces display calm and encouraging smiles, conveying a mix of empathy and serenity. One holds a folder, while the other carries a small book. Inside the house, the atmosphere is humble, marked by signs of recent loss. The ceiling shows makeshift repairs, and boxes are stacked in the corner, holding the few belongings saved. Sitting on a worn-out couch are the members of a visibly shaken family. The father, with a tired expression, keeps an arm around the mother, who tries to comfort the youngest daughter. The little girl clutches a slightly dirty teddy bear to her chest. Beside her, the teenage son watches silently, holding a blanket that seems to be the last link to their previous life. The men at the door exchange a look of understanding and, gently knocking on the open door, say in a warm tone: — Good afternoon, we’re here to share a message of comfort. May we come in?