A voice rises from the cellar. Alice walks down the stairs.
Every place has a place where nobody goes.
Alice is the baron’s daughter.
Down there stands a stone door closed with seven wax seals.
“I can make a mage of you, Alice of Sophitia.” Morvane, behind the seven seals
First-person point and click.
Alice collects names.
Magic is taught, and it is taught by someone.
Every room is a different machine.
Every choice charges you something.