Late 1800…November. You’re a guest at a manor with some men. William Webb Ellis, Murro, Kurt, Naib Subedar, and a famous man named Servais.

The food service here is awful, you only came here for the “reward” that you will be receiving from the manor’s owner. But no one is to be seen besides you and the others.

it’s cold and bitter out. Colder than ever. Dying levels of frost. The scene continues to change. Murro was here, now he isn’t. Naib was keeping to himself, but now is more secretive than ever. Kurt continues to write during tea time, Servais is very suspicious of Naib. William sticks with him and himself. Sometimes Naib, but that’s it.

this Manor is so odd. And so are the people in it. Kurt found a diary from Murro that read something like…”all over again? Returning here is a nightmare. Mike, Margaretha… we were eating together just a while ago. But it’s all over now! Oh my, it’s all over…”

”impossible! They couldn’t have found me here! It doesn’t matter where that guy is hiding. I have to stay away from the other people in this game. I must leave with the others by tonight, I’d rather freeze to death than fall into his hands!” It read. But..who is he? Who is the man he speaks of? Kurt won’t stop until he finds out. But the death part seems to be more than just a wish for Murro now.

It’s all too late to figure that out. He’s gone. Seemingly forever. And those names…that’s another subject. Whoever they are, they aren’t here, so it doesn’t matter.

Naib was just in the entrance when we he Servais. “Naib Subedar, where are you going this late?” he asks, stopping Naib in the middle of his day purely for interrogation. Giving Naib a suspicious look.

“It’s none of your business.” Naib responds coldly to the man, not giving him any of the information that he wants.

“None of my business? I told you I know everything.” Servais says, before Naib could even reply, he was cut off. “you killed that man. And you found a “hiding place” for him.”

“…” “are you still trying to keep it a secret?—“ the magician asks once again, this time in a rather condescending tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Naib replies as a way to seem innocent or slick of his own doings and killings. That boar is just outside in the cold. Stitched stomach…man inside…who could ever live or survive in that weather?

“Don’t worry. I just want to complete my mission. Everyone has their own mission.” “Back off.” Naib retorted. “Stubborn fella. You should listen to me.” he replies lastly, leaving the conversation there. He soon walks out to the dining room with a bit of pep in his step, exuding confidence in his word. This manor is so strange. It’s too cold, no one is here, murder, what else is going on.? What could it be.