[There is something in the courtyard. You know this instinctively. Everything looks calm, peaceful even. The flowers are blooming, the sun is shining, water is spraying from the fountains. It’s a perfectly serene sight, with a pumpkin perched on a bench.

But something is wrong. You know something is wrong, this calm is a lie. What if everything is a lie? You don’t trust anything in here. You don’t trust anything at all.]