The sun was setting on the early autumn day as the Newkirk sibling arrived at the meeting spot where their college art club was organizing a break in of the Hopkin's mansion, the fabled "Old House on the Hill." The property had a dark history and been sealed off from everyone, public or private for decades, despite the rumor that outside of the University Museum it was the largest repository of artwork for 300 miles in any direction. Over the years, the estate which had once been in the country, had developed a shady slum around it  and security had ostensibly become more lax.<br/><br/>The idea of observing artwork that hadn't been shown to the public for years had proved too much for the club's president and he had organized a break in attempt by the club to see the depraved works of Bryce Fletcher-O'Brien. However the siblings were the only one's to have show up so far, even the club president was running late it seemed. The two middle class students were not used to being in the slums, especially this late, and the autumn sun cast a bloody red light as it settled lower and lower, taking the day's warmth with it.<br/><br/>Mira shivered and leaned against her brother, both for warmth and anxiety about their surroundings. She had been hesitant to take part in the break in, but she would have preffered that to staying even later in this part of town. "Where is everyone?" she asked worriedly, her brother just shrugging and glancing around for anyone else he recognized.