Andrew was wandering through an old English town, clutching a leather map in his hands. It had been bought at a flea market a few hours earlier, for a small sum. Andrew was caught by the writing on the yellowed parchment, faded and incomprehensible, but still holding the secret of the past. He walked along a narrow street overgrown with lush greenery, where unusual buildings could be hidden at every step. Soon he found himself in front of an ancient house overgrown with ivy. The walls were covered with cracks, and darkness peeped out from the windows. Andrew carefully approached the door. The handle was cold and its surface was covered with rust. He pulled it, and the door creaked open. The room was dark. Andrew turned on the flashlight, and its beam illuminated an antique chest of drawers. In one of the drawers lay a box, elegant and richly decorated with gold. Andrew opened it with slight anxiety. Inside lay a small scroll, made of thin parchment paper. The scroll was folded in several layers and had strange symbols embroidered on it. Andrew unrolled the scroll with trepidation.