It starts with dust, laughter, and a forgotten attic. You and your friend dig through boxes of memories: faded photos, trinkets, and time itself, until you find it: a cracked leather map marked with your grandfather’s handwriting and a single red X. The air seems to shift, the house suddenly quieter. His old stories echo in your mind. Maybe they weren’t just tales after all. Maybe the adventure’s been waiting for you to find it.