You wake up on a nicely made bed. The sheets are warm and the air is crisp. You are in a small wooden hut, it seems. You can hear the crackle of a fire coming from the back room. The most strange thing about this hut is the amount of books. Books lay on the floor, as well as on the desk and side table. Some are sprawled open with scribbles of ink creating a web in the page. You pull the sheets aside and sit on the side of the strange bed. It seems someone went to a lot of trouble to put you here, as you notice there is a lock on the door. No windows create a feeling of helplessness, as you realize this seemingly cozy and harmless hut is a bit more sinister. After pacing back and forth, examining the planks, looking for a loose one, of perhaps a trap door. Eventually you run out of patience. All you can do now is read one of the ink drenched books. You pull the chair out from under the desk and sit down. The chair is old, and it gasps for a air as you sit on it. One book catches your eye as you're about to open a tattered book. Getting a better look at it you read the title out loud, "Study of Demons and other hellish organisms." The book is badly singed on all sides, and feels like its going to fall apart any second when you pick it up. You open it, but as you try to look away, your eyes are locked to the words.