Uttia is an enigmatic and shadowy city, perpetually shrouded in a dense fog that feels alive, whispering ancient secrets as it swallows the narrow cobblestone streets. Its Gothic buildings, with twisted towers and cracked stained-glass windows, cast shadows that dance like specters under the pale glow of gas lamps. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of damp moss and something indefinable, almost metallic, that unsettles the senses. The inhabitants of Uttia are elusive figures, pale-faced with gazes that conceal untold stories, moving as if afraid to draw the attention of something unseen. The supernatural permeates every corner of the city. Doors creak without cause, echoes of footsteps ring through empty alleys, and the fog sometimes reveals silhouettes that vanish when looked at directly. They say Uttia’s streets shift at night, leading the unwary into alleys where time seems to stand still. Ordinary objects, like mirrors or ancient books, can be gateways to the unknown, and the most curious often meet fates that defy logic. Mr. Barquel’s bookstore, its shelves crammed with dusty tomes, is a nexus of these forces, where a single book can unleash events that trap the reader in a game of mystery and danger. In Uttia, the supernatural isn’t just a possibility—it’s a certainty lurking, waiting for those who venture in unprepared, overconfident, or curious enough to challenge the veils of the mist.