Martin walked up the path, approaching a rather large and abandoned mansion. Why? He lost a bet that he knew he was gonna lose, but took anyways. What else could go wrong? He'd fallen behind in school so much that he felt he had to drop out, and the family wasn't quite fond of the choice. Anyways, he now found himself at the front door of the mansion and one could tell clearly that it was ancient, a few centuries old, just from the look of it. That said, the challenge was to go and grab something from the attic, so he went straight there. One staircase and rickety old foldout ladder later and he was in the attic, which was full of objects covered in blankets and cloth. Uncovering several of them he discovered a painting, one of a rather large building with a clock-tower coming out of the middle with blue roof and red brick walls. Something about it held his attention, and something falling behind him startled him and caused him to spin around. His hand brushed against the painting and the next thing he knew, he was falling.

One blink later and he found himself on his back, propping himself on his elbows with a grunt, he seen the same building in the painting, except now it wasn't a painting anymore.