Your name is Peregrine. It's been months since you last saw that strange place in your sleep, but it's still tugging at the corners of your mind, tearing the fabric between memories and dreams. There were only a few weeks left with your internship before you were employed full-time, but your discovery made you drop everything and book the first available flight to Scotland: that place in your dreams wasn't made up, it was a school, Covanach Academy. There's snippets of information in newspapers, conspiracy theorist sites, old photographs and records of the place from the late 1800's. The Academy seems to be at the height of its success where it's mentioned; the world's best and brightest were lining up at the doors for admission to the exclusive establishment. There's no mention of it past June 13, 1897. Your flight leaves in the morning. You left work early, feigning illness. No one knows where you're going and no one will believe the stories if you make it back.
It's coming along slowly. Working on filling in the floors from top (Restoration Room) to bottom (basement), which is 6 floors in total if I'm counting correctly.