The sun had set over the small, sleepy town of Millfield, casting a crimson glow across the sky. The streets were empty, and the only sound that could be heard was the distant hoot of an owl in the nearby woods. But inside one of the old Victorian houses on Maple Street, a young woman named Alice sat alone at her desk, poring over a stack of old photographs. She had always been fascinated by history and loved nothing more than delving into old stories and forgotten memories. And as she looked through these pictures, something caught her eye – a strange symbol that appeared again and again in each photograph.