Sarah Phillips awoke with a groan. The last thing she remembered was waking up in the middle of the night and hearing strange music. The rest was a complete blur to her. Now, she was in a strange place, in a strange room. There was a stone floor and stone walls. The bed looked to be quite old. The window was dusty with a few cracks in the wooden window frame. There were bars on the window. There were cobwebs and dust all over the room. The only furniture besides the bed was a small table and a candlestick, along with a single chair. She gasped, ran to the door, and tried to open it, only to find it locked. She was trapped in a strange, unknown place.