It was dark and misty, so quiet, even a pin drop could be heard from miles around the little village on a sandy coast. Only a small amount of people lived there, but with a lot of visitors coming from every direction possible. The village's greatest fear was the green recycling bins, standing deserted on top of the most spectacular, lonely mountain anyone had ever seen. The villagers had been ok with it, until now. Lots of tourists come to the peculiar mountain, the problem was that none of them ever came back down... What were the green bins doing?