Elara climbed the aged wooden stairs to the attic, each step emitting a long slow groan; perhaps in anticipation for what was to be found above. The attic space was warm, dark, and musty, all the hallmarks of ancient memories, artifacts, and secrets. They had climbed up after hearing creaking trailing across the ceiling, like foreboding footsteps. They followed a path between the cloaked boxes and furniture, the floor choked in dust and Elara's feet becoming mired in it; coming to where the footsteps had ended, they found an open chest.

The chest contained various garments, with an open letter placed atop. With trembling hands, Elara reached down and picked up the letter. Their eyes glanced over the words, reading forgotten family secrets.

The footsteps forgotten, Elara came to discover her grandfather had been a watchman at a nearby lighthouse - something never discussed by her family after her grandfather went missing 10 years ago. He had been a cloistered old man, retired and comfortable to stay in his small cottage; and one day he simply disappeared.