Small towns gossiped. It was a fact everyone accepted but turned their cheek to if accused of such a thing. They'd bury their secrets the way dogs buried their bones. Hoping no one would see the turned soils, the shifted glances, and the forced smiles that never reached their eyes. All in the hope of tricking you so that they may steal your bones. A black-spired manor shrouded from the eyes of the world exists throughout all time. In all places. When five people in different eras worlds apart from each other cry out for help, the manor appears at the twilight hour to offer sanctuary and a second chance.