Your car has broken down. You're stranded on the side of a road you've never travelled.

The night sky is absent, the moon and stars.

Monstrous screeches barrel down from that same pitch black sky.

You need my help. This is a voice from darkness. Hello, this is Dr Malcolm Malcolm Ryder, parapsycologist. I'm being told we have a call on the line, a freshman student from my alma mater, good old Ravenswood University. Hello, caller how are things out on Mackinaw Island?

Hello, Dr. Ryder?

I'm Diane, and I'm...

I'm lost.

Are you somewhere on the campus Diane, somewhere on Ravenswood grounds?

I'm in the school library. At least I was. Now, now I'm not sure. I don't know what happened.

Hmm. Let me lay out a scenario for you Diane. Tell me if this sounds right. You were in the library roaming the shelves. You found

yourself deep in a thicket of dense tombs. One of them called out to you.

Likely an ancient leather-bound book with Latin words scrawled across its spine.

You picked this text up. You felt compelled to open to a random page,

hoping to gain some insight into what knowledge lay within.

But instead when you opened the book, it crumbled to ash in your hands.

You looked upward, around you the shelves had changed.

They were no longer six rows high, but climbed to the dark heavens above you, and the wood once sustained oak they're now charred black.

Diane does that describe the library you find yourself in?

Yes, that's where I am. Where am I?

What happened to me?

Okay, in 1912, Ravenswood's Library burned to the ground,

terrible fire, and so much knowledge, lost.

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