text: What little light is coming from the doorway shows the door to the side the clearest in the gloom and you decided to try there first. You walk across the hallway, hoping your mentor is following behind you, towards the large door.
  
  Just as you are about to reach the door, the heavy oaken front door slams closed behind you, trapping you and, you hope, your mentor inside the house. You look around frantically but you can't see anything at all. "Hello?" you call out again, and you can't keep a note of desperation from your voice. You hear your own word echo around the empty foyer with no response.
  
  You turn back to the door you're now stood next to and slowly push it open.
  
  The room has a large window at one end and the moonlight is illuminating enough of the room for you to make out that the walls are lined with shelves of books. You step into the room and you can sense your mentor moving close behind you. You're glad she's so close after the front door closed like that, you really don't want to get separated from her if the same happens with this door.
  
  You walk up to the shelves nearest the window and you read some of the spines of the books. They seem to be about various schools of thought regarding the magical arts and you even recognise some of them from your mentor's collection. You pull one of the books out and it's covered with a layer of dust as thick as the leather cover. You put it back on the shelf and cough in the cloud of dust you stirred up.
  
  One of the books then catches your eye as it has some symbols on the spine which look very familiar. You pull the letter out of your pocket and hold it up to the book.
  
  the book reads.
  
  the letter reads.
  
  You stand slightly to one side as you compare the two so that your mentor can get into a position to be able to see the two as well.
  
  "Here, here and here" you say, pointing to the symbols from the book spine on the letter as you see them. You take care to sound as though you're talking to yourself but you're speaking aloud for your mentor's benefit. "What is this?" you wonder aloud.
  
  You pick up the book and immediately notice that it is only covered in a very thin layer of dust, this book hasn't been here for very long.
  
  You turn the book to face you and see that the cover is simply a huge eye with no further writing on it. You turn to look around you and just as your eyes are leaving the book, you hear a whispered gasp and you see the eye blink!
  
  You stare back at the book and the eye looks just as it had, an obvious painting of an eye and in no way a real one, but you're certain you saw it blink and you think your mentor did too.
  
  What do you do with the book?
  
  > put the book back on the shelf.
  There's something about this book which gives you the chills. You might find information inside it but something tells you that the cost of that information would be too great and it's an instinct you think it is wise to follow.
  
  You go to put it back on the shelf and as you do, you feel the book tug slightly towards the space you assume your mentor to be in.
  
  "No." you whisper between gritted teeth, not used to defying your mentor in this way, but you're resolved, that book is bad news and you have to put it back.
  
  You put the book back on the shelf with no further resistance and look around the rest of the library, hoping that your mentor has decided to leave the book well alone as well.
  
  You walk across the room to a small table flanked by two chairs which has a chess board inlaid into the tabletop. On the table is a small box, tied up with a ribbon and there is a tag attached to the ribbon. You pick up the box and when you hold the tag to the light, you see that it has your name written on it. You put the box quickly back onto the table and take a step back.
  
  You crouch down so that your eyes are level with the table and you examine the box from what you hope is a safe distance. It's a small box, about the size of your closed fist. Whoever sent you that letter, knew that you'd be coming here and they obviously meant you ill judging by the trap which was contained in the letter. This box might hold something equally, or more, terrible. On the other hand, they wanted you to come here and they took your sister, or more importantly told you about the fact they took your sister, for a reason.
  
  What do you do with the box?
  
  > open the box.
  Something nags at you that you need to see what is in this box. It's been left there for you, it was intended for you to open it. What if the box contains instructions for how to find your sister? You have to know.
  
  You step forwards and pick up the box again. You hear a whisper from nearby of "No!" from your mentor, in much the same way that you told her not to take the book. Your mentor understood that the best course of action was not to take the book, but you are not listening to her warning in the same way. You pull on the ribbon and it unties and falls to the floor. You yank the lid of the box off as quickly as you are able, before your mentor would be able to do anything to stop you.
  
  You stare inside the box, this isn't what you expected, although you realise that a part of your feared it, you just didn't want to admit it.
  
  Inside is a small finger, the size of a child's. It was cut a little short of the knuckle, straight through the bone with a clean cut. Next to the finger, coated in blood, is the ring you gave your little sister for her birthday last year, a silver snake eating its own tail in a neverending loop known as the ouroboros.
  
  You hear a quiet gasp as you suppose your mentor must have looked into the box too and you place the box carefully back on the table, pick up the lid which had fallen to the floor from your hand at some point and gently place it back onto the box.
  
  This won't help you to find her, you have to focus on finding her and not let this distract you. You use a meditative breathing technique you use for the spells you cast which need the most focus and push the box and it's dreadful contents from your mind and walk deeper into the library.
  
  > Continue
  As you walk further back into the darkness of the library, pushing thoughts of the box to the back of your mind, you notice that you can see the outline of door at the end of the room; there must be light in the next room which is seeping around the door to the library. You take a big breath and walk towards the light.
  
  When you reach the outline of the what must be a door, it looks like just a continuation of the wood panelling on this side of the room, you never would have thought there was a door here if there hadn't have been light coming through from the other side. You feel around the panel but there's no handle. You start to feel along every crevasse of the panel, pushing and pulling, and suddenly, when you push into a section on the right-hand side, the door pushes in and pops out again and opens towards you.
  
  The door leads to a small room which is brightly lit by several large lanterns. You have to look away whilst you allow time for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of it, but whilst your eyes are still adjusting, you hear your mentor gasp. When you're finally able to see properly, you take a proper look into the room. The walls are painted white and there is a small black altar in the centre against the back wall of the tiny room. There are many, many more of the kinds of symbols from the letter painted onto the altar with red paint, you hope it's red paint at least.
  
  The only other thing in the room is on the wall above the altar and it was the first thing you saw when you opened the door and must surely have been what made your mentor gasp when she looked into the room also. There, hung in a frame, surrounded by more symbols, is a photograph of your sister from a couple of years ago when your parents hired a photographer for your grandmother's funeral. She looks innocent and vulnerable and you shudder at thoughts of what they are doing to her right now and what greater purpose they have for taking her.
  
  You stand there staring at your sister's photograph. You don't remember when you last saw the photograph in your parents' house and you wonder if they took it from there when they took Amelia or earlier than that. Your mentor snaps you out of it when she slams the door closed, clicking it back into place. "This isn't helping." she whispers to you and with a little coaxing, you leave the library, more determined than ever to find your sister and put a stop to whatever the people who have taken her are up to.
  
  Where do you want to go now?
  
  > go upstairs.
  You tentatively start walking up the stairs and after a few steps, the heavy oaken front door slams closed. You jump so much that you stumble on the steps and fall backwards, tumbling into your mentor and knocking her to the ground. Her concentration broken, she is no longer hidden and you hear a booming voice from above you "I SAID TO COME ALONE!" and suddenly the hallway and the entire staircase, is engulfed in fire.
  
  The light hits you first, forcing you to close your eyes, and the noise feels deafening in your ears, and then you feel the heat. You open your eyes to see your robe has caught fire and your mentor has too. You scramble on the floor, trying to stand up but your robes are tangled in your feet and your mentor is sprawled underneath you. You put a hand on the floor to help you get up but you pull it back straight away as the flames burn through your skin.
  
  Before long, you can't feel anything on your hands and arms anymore and you know that's not a good sign. You start to crawl towards the corridor underneath the staircase but your mentor isn't moving and you realise she's unconscious, she must have taken a blow to the head when you landed on her. You turn around and grab her, getting to your feet now and you start to drag her towards the corridor, towards safety.
  
  One of your feet slips when a rug slides out from under it and you fall to the floor. The world goes black.