At the end of the town, where the tarmac turned into an overgrown road leading deep into the forest, stood an old, abandoned tower. Almost no one talked about it, and if they did, it was only in whispers. Victor, Lena and Bartek had always wondered what lay behind the rusty gate and the windows, whose panes were dull from dust and years. One afternoon, when the air smelled of a storm, they decided to finally check it out. Under the cover of thick clouds and grey branches, they jumped over the fence. The grass reached their knees and any rustling seemed too loud. Lena stopped first and pointed to the large, heavy tower doors. Someone had carved a strange mark on them - it resembled a combination of a star and an eye. "It looks like something from that old manuscript by Professor Rydel," whispered Viktor, recalling the history lesson from a week ago. Bartek swallowed his saliva and, without looking at the others, tried to push open the door. To their surprise, it gave way with a groan. The interior smelled of dust and old, with light coming in only through narrow gaps in the wall. Inside, the walls were covered with strange engravings and inscriptions in an unknown language. Lena walked closer to one of them when suddenly they heard a creak upstairs. They froze. A moment later, heavy footsteps sounded. A shadow fell from the ceiling and the temperature in the room dropped rapidly. A figure appeared on the stairs - tall, cloaked, with hoods covering his face. For a moment, all three stood motionless, the lights of their torches trembling on the walls and their hearts beating like mad. The mysterious figure slowly walked towards them, and with each step a deafening, disturbing sound echoed on the floor. When she was right beside them, she raised her hand and pointed to a sign carved on the door. "Are you ready to learn the truth about this tower?" - sounded a deep, unfamiliar voice....