The creak of the door sends shivers down Caleb's back as he pushes the door open gently. He didn't dare to do it with force. Who knew if this damned house could take more. He won't be surprised if it collapses like a domino. After all, it has experienced such a long time without maintenance and cleaning.
He was the one that would be in the front this time since he had excellent vision, shadow sense, sensitive spirit, and was the strongest among them. Shu was on his right side and Rozho on his left side. He has to admit that the two were reliable in the things they do and they aren't any weaker than him.
Fuck! Who knew I would become a leader like this? Yes, being a leader is good and all, since that means they trust him. However, what he really just wanted to do was to be a normal member. That way, he won't have to feel responsible for them.
"Team leader, what do we do now?" Kazuto stopped in his tracks. The ground creaked as he did so. Then he studied the environment carefully. "I can't see well. This place is too dark. Team leader, what do you see?"
Why are you calling me team leader? Call me by my damned name! Caleb rolled his eyes and looked around him. Then he closed his eyes and scanned the area with the perception provided by his spirit.
Just like that, his perception, like a magnetic field, enveloped the entire building. Like a hologram, the interior of the house completely revealed itself to his mind. Now, he had an even better understanding of the one who created the blueprint of the damned building.
Yes, he literally was observing from god's perspective, his spirit perception was just too good. Furthermore, after he became Destiny, the increase in his spirit expanded the range and the level of details of his perception feedback to him.
The once-elegant wooden paneling was now faded and peeling. A chandelier, its crystals long gone, dangles precariously from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows. Faded wallpaper with a vintage floral pattern peels away in places, revealing the plaster beneath.
To your left, a wide, curving staircase beckons, its banister worn smooth by the touch of generations. A threadbare rug with ornate patterns runs the length of the hall, frayed at the edges.
As he explored further, he discovered a long-forgotten parlor with decaying furniture and an antique piano with missing keys. A layer of dust and cobwebs drapes the room, and old family portraits hang askew on the walls.
One room reveals a child's nursery, complete with a rusty crib and a faded mobile above it. Sunlight filters through tattered curtains, casting ghostly patterns on the cracked walls. Children's toys, worn and discarded, lie scattered about.
Fucking creepy! This was his first thought as he saw the room. After all, an abandoned building with such a thing is commonly portrayed in his past life's horror movies quite frequently.
The final climb leads to the third floor, where you will find a series of attic rooms. The walls here are bare, revealing ancient wooden beams and support structures. Dust motes dance in the shafts of sunlight that pierce through the gaps in the roof.
You will discover an artist's studio with a large, paint-splattered easel, its canvas displaying a half-finished masterpiece. The room is filled with the scent of turpentine and memories of creative endeavors.
another corner, a storage area houses forgotten trunks filled with mementos of the past. Dusty, forgotten items tell tales of the building's history.
In the last room, you come across an observatory, its telescope pointing toward the heavens. The windows are cracked, but the sense of cosmic exploration still lingers.
What the fuck? Is the one that lives here an astronomer? Caleb couldn't help but wonder. However, that wasn't important. The important thing is, the human silhouette that they saw was on the corner... Facing the wall in the corner blankly.
What is the bastard doing? Is he perhaps contemplating the meaning of life?
These questions popped up on Caleb's almost immediately. However, for the sake of caution, he decided to remind the others.
"He's still on the third floor. I don't know what he was doing. But our guy seems to be not right in the head."
"Who won't become mad in this place?" Kidd tsk ed three times.