Infomation

The wooden door creaked softly as I stepped inside, the faint scent of aged timber and dust filling the air. The dim moonlight streaming through the cracks in the walls cast long, eerie shadows across the space.

The house was smaller than I expected—one large room with a few pieces of furniture and several crates stacked along the walls.

My senses were on high alert, the faint hum of magic in the air tugging at my awareness like an invisible thread. Whatever this place was, it was important, and I intended to find out why.

I closed the door behind me, the faint click of the latch echoing in the silence. My footsteps were soft as I moved further inside, my eyes scanning every corner for anything out of place.

A small wooden table stood in the center of the room, its surface cluttered with papers and quills. Beside it, an old trunk sat partially open, its contents obscured by the shadows.