Barely out of highschool and on the cusp of young adulthood, your parents oust you from their house to teach you the last and final lesson about what it means to be "grown-up". With only your savings acrued from summer jobs and allowances you struggleD to find an apartment close enough to your college that did not bankrupt you. It is dark, dank, and old smelling. You're pretty sure there is mold soaked into the damp walls of your room, and death gripping the leather couch that has been left untouched for decades. But you need this, it beats being homeless and helpless, especially in this city. While pitifully cleaning through the dilapidated cardboard boxes that line your new closet, you find a book in amazing condition. It's scent reminds you of your grandmother, smokey and nostalgic. You couldn't help but open it... to see what's inside.