The museum was a glorious structure, full of amazing exhibits. But when night dawns…

…the Ethergate Museum becomes something else entirely.

By daylight, it stands proudly in the heart of the city—stone columns tall and regal, stained glass windows glittering like gemstones, and ivy clinging to the bones of its gothic facade. Tourists snap photos of the towering gargoyles perched along the roof, unaware that their stone eyes follow every movement. Children tug their parents toward the Fossil Hall, unaware that the skeletons are merely sleeping. Lovers stroll through the Mirror Gallery, catching distorted glimpses of themselves—never realizing some reflections don’t belong to them at all.

But when the last guest leaves… when the iron doors groan shut and the lights flicker off one by one… the museum begins to breathe.

And you're the new night guard... but you weren't warned about the magic at night.

As the final worker left, saying their goodbye, they seem to have a lingering worry in their eyes. Now, you were alone.

Well, not really.