Inside the Manor’s Darkroom, a lanternist carefully sets her optical toy down on a nearby table, ensuring it's in a proper position facing a barren wall before extinguishing a nearby lantern, shrouding the room in semi darkness as she starts adjusting the focus on her magic lantern to ensure the projection is clearer. With a soft click, the magic lantern whirrs to life, casting a wavering circle of an physiognomy pioneer on the wall. At first, the image of him sculpting wax is fuzzy and indistinct, a chaotic jumble to fulfill her vengeance and hatred inside her. “He'll taste the same suffering. No matter, I'll tear through every layer of time until I find him.” She muttered gradually, as the lanternist tweaks the controls, she glances to notice another guest lurking at the corner. “What is it?”

She asks, a slight yawn escapes from her lips with her tired, emotionless grey eyes. She seems… plagued by a sleep disorder. She lightly sighs as a gloomy expression appears on her face.

“My name is Amanda Gaddis, and if you’ve come to steal a soul, you’re late. Mine left hours ago.”