Stand at the edge of the photograph of this frozen, French monastery. Watch it buckle and splinter into the decayed, old bridge in an angry forest, leading instead to a small island where a dilapidated cottage crumbles, the supposed home of someone you are convinced cannot be trusted and certain should want you dead. A sign to your left etched hastily into wood warns you to “Beware of Moat.” Do you chance it?

As an author I cannot force you to turn the page, though I can perhaps offer the following hint: If you are not ready for an adventure, skip the sixth board.

-TARA