You were a guest, roaming the Elliot Manor. Youre parents were downstairs with the Elliots and other guests, enjoying their meals. While looking around, you notice a girl your age wandering the hallways of the library. ' 'Gosh, why is it so hard to navigate this manor? Ive lived here all my life, bloody hell..' ' She spoke to herself, a hint of Australian accent slipping from her tone.