Augustus gestured toward a small, run-down house, its wooden frame warped from years of exposure to the elements. The roof sagged slightly, its edges frayed like an old, tattered cloak, and the door, barely clinging to its hinges, looked like it had endured one too many storms.
The entire structure exuded an air of abandonment, as if it had been left to wither alongside the memories of those who once called it home.
"The owners sadly passed away a few months ago," Augustus explained, his voice tinged with quiet sorrow. "It has been empty ever since."
He hesitated, eyes briefly flickering toward Florian, gauging his reaction. "I know it must be a downgrade from what you're used to in the Diamond Palace... but this is the best we can offer on such short notice."
