On the middle of a dense, dark forest, the Hill stands empty.
Long ago, on the days of it's discovery, this place bursted with people: explorers, militars, scientists, jornalists, mystics and curious people in general. Now though, it's a deserted piece of land, with people scared of it's strange powers and kept out by a high fence surrounding it. It's a place nobody want's to visit anymore.
Well, almost nobody.
Our story begins at a stormy night. The wind howls over the trees and wistles through the gaps in the old fence, seeming to go straight in the Hill's direction. If you follow the gale, you will walk under the heavy rain until you spot a big stone arc appearing out of nowhere in your path. Although you should be able to see through the arc, it's center is filled with a complete, unnatural darkness. Atop of it there is an inscrition in some ancient language, but for some reason you are able to read it before proceeding into the dark.
"Abandon all Hope, ye who enter here"