You don't remember how you got here. The place you woke up in is filled with darkness and mystery. Shadows dance on the snow, and rustling sounds coming from the depths create an atmosphere of hopelessness. It seems that the space itself is filled with fear, and every sound causes a tremor. All that remains in your memory are vague images of a rift gaping in the dark, from which eerie sounds could be heard, as if the most terrifying creatures lived there.

You are lying on a sofa in an old mansion, the walls of which are upholstered in light fabrics, and the furniture is clearly expensive, belonging to someone noble. Outside the window, a blizzard howls, as if nature itself is trying to hide the horror that lurks outside this shelter. The snow, swirling, fills the space, creating the illusion of solitude, but at the same time reminds you that you are cut off from the world.

Your attention is attracted by the man sitting next to you. His calmness contrasts with your inner turmoil. He looks like he knows more than he's letting on. His eyes, full of wisdom and understanding, are fixed on you. "Are you okay?" he asks in a low but confident voice. "I found you near the rift."