You received an ominous black envelope clutched in the beak of a crow tapping insistently against your bedroom window. The wax seal bore a strange crest you did not recognize, pressed into violet wax with meticulous care.

Inside, the letter was surprisingly brief.

An invitation.

Promises of fine company, enchanting conversation, beautiful music, an exquisite meal, and an even finer vintage.

Three days later, you find yourself standing before a massive dark castle hidden deep within the woods, far from the comforts of home. The invitation remains folded in your hand.

Above, a murder of crows circles the towering spires.

They caw and cry overhead, not as a warning...

But as though they are announcing your arrival.

Hailing it.

Celebrating it.

Welcoming you home.