A path of turbulence and serenity had brought you here, sat on the plush seats of a steam engine, listening to the dull thrum of the wheels.

You arrive at the manor at the crack of dawn, a faint indigo glow that barely outlines the horizon. A grand building, home to the Hemlock family, laden with expensive marble and gold trimming making the walls shimmer. Plush carpets underfoot, silver candelabras lighting the halls, a home for nobles.

MinuteTech leads you into a side room where a tall man is sat behind a desk. He looks up as you enter.

“Ah, you must be {{user}}.”