This was once the kind of house that would have been called a "Family Seat;" but it has not seen a family--or even a single resident--for a very long time. You can see the grandeur that was once there, and you wonder whether or not it would be worthwhile to restore the place, or just level it and start afresh. You know only two things about the peeling structure: that it is yours now, and that inside of it is hidden something that will set fair the rest of your life. If only you can find it. You hesitantly finger the old key in your hand.