You arrive at a mansion on a hill.
As the sky begins to darken, you walk past the ornate gate and up the winding cobblestone driveway until you reach the front door. A gust of wind blows past you, sending a chill into your bones. Your mind flashes back to the scarf you left bunched up in the glove compartment of your car. Not for the first time tonight, you are filled with regret. You file a mental reminder to bring it along next time.
Unable to find a doorbell, you reach for the dragon-shaped knocker on the door and proceed to knock three times.
After a few moments, a tall, formally-dressed man answers.
You tell him you're here to see Nivea's work, click here.
You tell him you're mistaken and head back to where you came from, click here.