You spot an old book, its pages turning by themselves with a gentle hiss, alongside a pair of old-timey handcuffs and what looks like a miniature model of a city. It's not clear if any of these items belong together, if they were even meant to be found in one place.

The room is awash in the amber glow of a single, dust-cloaked lamp. A desk, scarred by years of use, supports these incongruent objects.

"Good afternoon, stranger!" Alice greets with a personable smile.