You step carefully out of the MANSION, pulling the heavy door shut behind you with a dull THUD that echoes across the empty yard. A COOL BREEZE brushes against your face, sharp and restless, as though the wind itself is aware of what this day has in store.

Before you lies the FIELD. Vast. Open. Endless. The grass bends beneath the wind, and the horizon swallows your gaze whole. It is FREEDOM, yes, but a dangerous kind of freedom. There are no walls here, no doors to slam shut, no ceilings to protect you. Just SPACE… and whatever may crawl through it.

The date lingers at the back of your mind: SEPTEMBER 14TH, 1976. Ordinary to anyone else, but not to you. Not today. TODAY feels DIFFERENT. The kind of different you can feel in your bones, the kind that whispers this will not be a short journey. No, this day will stretch on and on, twisting, grinding, testing you until you have nothing left but your resolve.

You feel it already: this is going to be a LONG day.