You have received a letter from the principal of an old prestigious educational institution located in a remote wooded region. A few days later, you find yourself standing alone on a road, breathing in the scent of dead leaves and damp stone.

It is a cloudy early autumn evening. Rain beats against your umbrella, and through the treetops in the distance, you can see an old building. You can see from here that it looks like a large Victorian estate, but it's actually the Academy from your letter.

The road is paved with cobblestones, and old trees with their branches hanging low sway in the wind. It's a place that feels like it belongs to another time.