The crescent moon hung heavy over Bastos Manor, Ludwig stood before the boarded-up exit, the ancient wood groaning in the night wind. His enhanced undead vision cut through the darkness easily, revealing every splintered plank and rusted nail holding the manor's door together.
Thomas's spectral form flickered into existence beside him. "I don't think this would be a wise idea," he warned, his voice echoing strangely in the still night air.
Ludwig flexed his fingers, the newly reinforced bones creaking slightly. "Why so?" His breath formed no fog in the cold air - one of the few reminders that his body no longer functioned as a living man's.
"Don't you need this place as a safe spot?" Thomas drifted closer to the decaying wood. "If you tear open the door and monsters come in..." His glow pulsed with unease as distant screeches echoed from somewhere in the March.
