Like any normal day you wake up, eat breakfast with your mother then watch as your father scoops up his work case and rushes off to the hospital. And like every day for the past week, as you walk back to your room you pause in the entrance way of your father's study. Sitting on his desk is a discarded letter with the most peculiar design on it. The envelop is purely white with the only distinguishing feature being a golden "M" inked onto the top. You remember the incidents of its arrival. That day one of your families' butlers handed the daily stack of mail to your father. You watched as he shifted through the stack before pausing on the "M" envelop. Your fathers' eyes widened with a flash of annoyance, and he chucked the letter without opening it into a discard pile.... thus, where it has sat, and where it's caught your ever-growing curiosity.

Everyday you couldn't stop staring at it until today. Finally, you've decided to open the letter. So, stepping into the study you plucked the letter from the stack retreating to the solitude of your room. For a while you just stared...the letter made absolutely no sense. There were no words, no indications, and no name that signed off on it. All that was on the paper were numbers. Groups of them in strange orders some being in lines of equations. A small rush of excitement settled in the back of your mind at the idea that this letter could be a solvable even a code. After days of running through mathematical equations you discovered a set of coordinates. Using a small map you set off...after a few minutes you came upon the back entrance of a garden behind a large estate. With small caution you entered the garden walking around...a bit disappointed you turned deciding it was best to leave before-

"Well I must say this is a turn of events...after a week of waiting, you were not who I was expecting."

A few paces away a man sat under a gazebo with his legs crossed. A calm expression sat on his face, but a gleam of darker fascination reflected in his eyes.