The wind streaked the glass domes of the Windblown Academy of Magic, echoing whispers of old spells through the corridors of the underground labyrinths. It was Friday evening when Lena, David and Sophie-a third-year student, a rune adept and a boy with sparkling eyes-slipped into the forbidden wing beneath the library. They lit the old lanterns, whose light vibrated from the musty breezes and the shadows of shelves full of books not spoken of aloud. - 'Now that we're here, we won't go back,' Lena, the bravest of the three, touched a wall covered in reliefs of symbols. Next to her, David stared at the map on her phone, and Sophie bent down to pick up a mossy key, lying there as if it had been waiting forever. - Look! - whispered Sophie, pointing to a circle carved into the stone. The runes suddenly glowed scarlet, and the air trembled. The stones of the door in front of them began to move of their own accord, revealing a spiral staircase leading into the darkness. - 'This must be the entrance to the Old Workshop that Professor Mirna spoke of,' said David. Lena pulled a glass vial of blue liquid from her backpack and Sophie squeezed her wand, feeling the vibration of magic under her fingers. As they descended the first few steps, they smelled incense and old leather. The echo of footsteps echoed off the walls and the lantern flames trembled, as if sensing something present in the darkness below. Suddenly, a deafening knock sounded. The runes went out, and the air shook from an unseen force. In front of them, on the last step of the stairs, a figure in a silver mask appeared and raised his hands, whispering unintelligible words. At her call, a misty gate emerged from the darkness, pulsing with light and shadows. Would they go inside...?