heart You found my heart and rebuilt it from dust... heart

After a not-so-long trip, Outai found herself standing outside a very....unique looking house. She looked down at the mission form in her hand again to make sure she had the right place. Was this house really full of all kinds of traps? It was almost inconceivable. It looked normal, and maybe even too small for holding as many traps as the paper said it had. Then again, it was equally possible that the image of the house that she saw now was in and of itself a trap. Who knew? She'd just have to be very careful. Outai folded up the paper and tucked it neatly in her brown leather tote. She rapped her knuckles on the firm wooden door a few times to make sure someone was home.
heart ...and now let me return the favor for you. heart