It’s that time of the year again when the sky grows darker, and the falling leaves turn into a sea of golden amber. When pumpkins appear in doorways and skeletons dig their way out of graves. A time where one puts on a cozy cardigan for a night of stargazing or sits quietly next to an open fire. Perhaps a study session in Celtic runes is due. Or why not brew potions that carry the scent of herbs and spices? There are many options from which to choose, especially in The Halls of Harrow, an academy for the mystical and magically inclined. The story takes place where all stories do. At the beginning. On a night much like this one albeit earlier much, much earlier. When you were just a witch sneaking into a tower and when Nathaniel Bellmont was locked away in a forgotten trinket. We all know how the tale went from there. We’ve heard it all before. But never like this. And more importantly…when darkness such as his calls, will you answer it?