Do you know how this happens? You live for yourself, you’re happy, you don’t bother anyone... and then you get caught. In the literal sense of the word. You find yourself in a dark castle, standing on the border of worlds. The owner of the glorious place is attractive and courteous, not much of a warlock. And all the residents are suspiciously friendly... as if they were hiding something. In general, visiting is good, but home is better! No resurrected wights, black grimoires or secret curses. I would like to return to my home world, but who will let me go?