12 years ago…

“Where are we?” Logan Herman’s voice trembled as he scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, unease creeping into his tone.

“I don’t know,” his wife Lilian replied, her wide, confused eyes searching his face as she clutched his arm for reassurance.
“I remember opening that strange book… and then everything went dark. Wait— where’s Argenta?” Panic edged Lilian’s voice as her mind began to race.

“We left her by the door!” Logan exclaimed, the memory hitting him sharply.
“We just have to hope someone finds her.”

Lilian nodded silently, and together they began to explore their surroundings.
It was nighttime, and towering buildings loomed all around them—taller than anything they had ever seen. The buildings were made of strange materials, unlike anything they were familiar with.

“We should get out of here,” Lilian said, glancing around nervously. “I have a bad feeling about this place.”

So they moved farther and farther away, hoping to find somewhere safe to stay.