A peculiar hum filled the air, a hint of ancient technology long forgotten. The echo of a message, delivered from the shadows. In a world where the quantum network spanned across dimensions, this message had — intriguingly — been sent from no more than a stone's throw away. Old tech does not lie: a radius of just fifteen metres had become the birthplace of a mystery.
Shoothis' gaze landed on an odd piece of equipment nestled amidst the rustic charm of the tea house. A device he had never seen — a conduit of sorts, bridging the yawning chasm between the global quantum network and the long-abandoned relics of the past. A ghost in the machine.
The gadget's existence was itself a riddle. Its design spoke of knowledge only a select few in the highest echelons could possess. Who was this phantom messenger? What labyrinth lay ahead, and what would be the price of solving it? The tea-house air shivered with anticipation. The game was afoot. The next move belonged to Shoothis.