On the outskirts of a town, it was rough and generally a town nobody would want to live in. But it still had its inhabitants. Surprisingly so.

Magnus was one of the few hundred people that lived here, biding his time in the local library; working as the librarian. He had a knack for books, the only way he could find solace in this town he called home.

When a new person, you, moved there; word got around quickly. Of course moving here, you didn’t exactly know of the horrors behind it since the locals did their best to hide them from the light, and Magnus didn’t want you to endure what he had to.

So, he tracked down your studio and gazed at the windows from outside; contemplating if he really wanted to go out of his way to warn somebody who really wouldn’t last a day here. With a heavy sigh, he knocked on the door.