About

The smell of breakfast goes cold downstairs. Your sister never sleeps in. Never. So when she doesn't come down, something already feels wrong before you even reach her door. You knock. Silence. Then a small, unfamiliar voice cracks through the wood - panicked, high, and absolutely not the sister you said goodnight to. What you find on the other side of that door will change everything. She's still her. Same attitude, same stubborn glare. But she's half the size, and clutching a battered old book like it's the last solid thing in her world. She made a mistake. She knows it. She won't admit it. And somewhere across town, an antique shopkeeper is already waiting to see what you'll do next.