[Some years before Rosemary Winters was born] The wind blows on a cool Autumn's evening. The sun over the mountaintops coats the whole village in a warm amber light. Villagers bustled around the village. Karl trudged through the streets, leaving yet another 'Family Meeting' he was forced to attend. But something caught his eye, a figure talking to a local. They wore a black cloak that reached the floor, hiding their appearance and identity completely. And they made him curious.