You walk down the old corridor down to the courtyard. It's very dark, despite the time, so bright lamps light the hallway. You shiver in the winter air, the wind whips through your thin clothing, and you hear the creak of a floorboard behind you...

Turning around, quick as a flash, but an actual flash blinds your eyes. When the green and yellow spots fade from your vision, you see your sister standing in front of you, smug as ever. And holding her camera.

"Hello, {{user}}! Out past curfew, I see," she says arrogantly.