It was storming that dreary night in the manor of Epstein. The clock notified me that it was 10 p.m., the staff said that there is a carriage waiting outside. I got into the carriage not knowing where they were going to take me or what I was going to have to do. As we traveled down the Gravel Road with overgrown arched trees forming above the carriage making a tunnel I couldn't help but think this is the end.