As it was evening when they had left the church, Elaine and Desmond had gone back to their room in the inn to wait. As soon as it had gotten darker, they took a pair of flashlights with them and left. The streets were mostly empty when they stepped out, but the few people out were already heading towards their homes.

By the time they were in the northern part of Schlafwald though, there was no one else out and the sound of their footsteps echoing out was all there was to be heard besides the faint sounds of nature wildlife as they neared the north exit.

"This should be the north exit," Desmond said as they stopped for a moment. The exit didn't look much different from the entrance they had entered the town from. After a moment or so, Desmond turned his light on and aimed the light towards the direction the dirt path led. "Shall we?" he asked as he held an arm out for Elaine to hold. She however just turned her own light on and walked ahead.

"Oui. And merci, but I don't think it will be necessary to 'old on to you."

"Well, I was just thinking back to when we visited those Akbadain ruins before Monte d'Or," he said as he quickly joined her. "You did look a little ill when we saw the mummy remains."

"So did Raymond, because unlike you we're not immune to the sight of rotting bodies," Elaine muttered. "Now, do you remember the directions the priest gave us?"

"Of course I do," Desmond scoffed. "We just keep going until we find the first left turn. Don't tell me that you have forgotten that already."

"Not at all. I just 'ad to make sure you remembered yourself," Elaine responded. "I figured it might wound your ego if you didn't remember."

"I doubt this 'ego' you speak of is that fragile," Desmond muttered.

"That is what you wish to believe."

The next turn they spotted, they took it. And soon, faint lights could be seen in the distance. Gates soon came into sight. Rust having destroyed what could have been at least at one point been a pure, shinning but dark metal. There was a stone bust above it that looked like a raven with outspread wings. Beyond the gates, the dirt path led on just a little until it split into two different ways. One way heading towards what looked like some sort of carriage house or stable. The other led to a stone path that moved through a garden that was overrun with weeds and grass.

After that was the castle. Dark and appearing lifeless. Except for one section of the castle that had tall, arched windows. Every so often, pale lights could be seen passing by the windows. There appeared to be an extremely steep slope behind the castle that probably wouldn't be pleasant to hit.

"Well, this is pleasant looking," Elaine said dryly before she looked back to the gat. A chain and lock were wrapped around it. "This looks new," Elaine commented as she held the chain, glancing to the ground were older, more rusty chain links could be seen.

"I suppose no one wants anyone to enter, and some didn't listen," Desmond mused as he took out a lock picking tool. "And with at least some lacking lock picking skills, they used bolt cutters."

"Obvious," Elaine mumbled as Desmond handed his flashlight to her and began to unlock the gate. After a few minutes of jingling, a sharp click sound was heard followed by the sound of metal hitting earth. "Straight to the castle?"

"That's where the lights are, so I don't see where else to go," said Desmond as he returned his small tool to one of his pockets and took his flashlight back. "Watch your step."

They walked through and headed straight in the direction of the castle, seeing more sights of the garden as they walked. Such as the algae infested pond with a stone bench by its side that had some of the back rest broken with rubble on the ground. There was also a small gazebo they passed by that had a chunk of one of its columns broken off, though there was not enough to stop the rest supporting the small roof over it from collapsing over a small, round table underneath with a stained, off-white table cloth with a fragile tea set and closed box on top.

They didn't pay attention to either of these things or some of the damaged statues here and there. However as they passed the gazebo, the soft yet haunting tinkling of a music box could be heard. Both Elaine and Desmond stopped and looked back to the gazebo. The once closed box was now open, releasing the music for those within hearing distance.

"… It must have some sort of sensor," Desmond remarked after a moment or two. "We passed by and it made the music box open. If it wasn't starting to get cold outside, I would suggest looking for where exactly the sensor was."

"It might also be an alarm." Elaine glanced towards the castle. "To let anyone alive inside know someone is 'ere and also spook people."

"Well it doesn't too much of a good job on the latter." Desmond listened again to the music box. He looked as though he was trying to pinpoint the music. "… I think that tune is meant to be a variation of 'Moonlight Sonata'. Not the most outstanding music there is."

"What makes you say that?"

"It's not the most complicated piece there is."

"It still sounds nice. Non-complicated or not."

"True, though it does sound a little out of tune."

Not continuing to stay and listen to the music, they continued on their way. Stopping only when they reached steps leading to the dark grey, wooden front doors of the castle.

"Well. Here's the entrance." Desmond narrowed his eyes. "Though, I'm not too confident if it would be advisable to enter this way. It could be a trap."

"Then we'll find another way in. You're good at sneaking into places so it shouldn't be difficult for you."

"I'll just assume that's a compliment."

Leaving the front doors as a last option to go through, they looked for another way and found a broken window clear of all glass. No doubt it was the proof of someone haven entered through that way previous to them. As the window was a bit high, Desmond had to take a small running start, stepping up the wall a little to get in through the window before he leaned out and held his arm out to assist Elaine inside.

The room they had entered looked like a parlour. The furniture looked worn as did the scarlet curtains, and there was no shortage of dust or spider webs around. There were a few antiques on the mantle of the fireplace, above which there was a portrait of a man somewhere between his late thirties and early fourties, with a dark pointed beard.

"That must be Arend Feierbend," Elaine guessed as she looked at the portrait. "Do you think the portrait was hung before or after 'is death?"

"It could be either," Desmond replied. "Now, as interesting as it would be to look at some of the historical artefacts in this room, we really should start looking around for more clues."

"Then let's start," said Elaine as she walked towards the doors and opened them up into a hallway with maroon carpets and dark wooden walls. "Left or right?"

"I think the room where those lights were should be somewhere in the right direction," Desmond said as he came behind Elaine. "Let us see these supposed ghosts of the deceased."

"And if they somehow turn out to be real?" Elaine asked as she began to walk into the hall and turned right, followed by Desmond.

"We'll just have to hope they're benevolent."