It was a peaceful day. The sun shone down onto the Earth, giving it amazing warmth for mid-April. There was a soft breeze whistling through a field of lush wheat. The golden wheat against the clear blue and white sky appeared as though it would be on the back of a postcard. The only deviation of this perfect scene was a rusty, old shack. The metal roof had been corroded and rusted away with weather and age. The same applied to the wood which played as the walls, which were covered in the remains of what would've been "KEEP OUT!" and "DANGER!" signs. To any normal mind, this would seem to be an electrical shack and would most likely steer clear of it. However, if you opened the creaky metal door, you come face-to-face with a lift. The lift seemed a bit out of place within this shack. If one were brave enough to step into the elevator, they would be transported to a world of science. Everything appeared as though it as pulled from thirty years into the future. The sound of machines groaning away in a harmonic fashion echoed through wherever it was you were. The smell of machine oil and metal burnt the hairs within ones nose implying that this place was simply a factory. That is, until, the lift reached its end. Above all of this, west of the Wheatfield, was a small forest. Past the trees stood large farmhouse, home to a large group of friends. All of them paid no mind to the shack and the secrets beneath it. That is, all but one.