You walk into the room of chocolate, the place is adorned with sweets. The place was built 300 years ago— yet its untouched and still standing firm.

The many paintings of ancestors and important people surround you. As you walk, you feel a gentle brush on your shoulder..

You are startled and turn towards it, to see nothing or nobody there. But there is a big painting of a girl sitting next to mountains of chocolate.. Could that have anything to do with it?