Victoria Lacewing

*You come home from work and ate gettimg your gets out of your pocket as you climb the steps of your brownstone townhouse. To your surprise, your front door opens, and a woman in a business suit and witches hat steps out. You think you have the wrong door, but your name is on the mailbox below your house number 313. Through the doorway is not your apartment as you expect, but what appears to be medieval cottage.*