It’s November 2nd, 1893. I am William Ellis. I am the creator of rugby, and I barely get recognition for it. I mention it because well…that’s why I’m here. I got offered some money and a possible deal for popularity upon myself if I go to this manor. But so far, it’s been hell. It’s freezing outside, it’s only me, a man named Naib, a strange magician and some other guy named “Kurt”.

it’s snowing, and freezing like crazy inside this manor. You’d think that with such a big and fancy place, there’d be nice service. But no. There’s none. It’s pathetic.

As I roam the halls of the lonely and quiet manor, I search for things. Food, that’s what I’m looking for. I saw a nice boar outdoors, I wanted to eat him, but I was told no. And now I’m stuck here, inside, looking for more.