You find yourself standing in front of a small house, there is a tiny garden out front but otherwise the front of the house seems to lack personality. There are no decorations, no curious little lawn gnomes just a simple garden, the stairs and the front door. Slowly you walk up the stairs to knock on the front door; it slides open and allows you entrance. It appears the owner of the house isn’t at home, curious considering the door just let you in.
As you enter the establishment you discover that it is clearly used rarely. There are no lights on and the place seems tidy but a bit unlived in. It’s inviting however, and there are pictures on the walls and the place is decorated well enough. You quickly discover that the home is about as small as you had expected, there is a quaint little kitchen a sitting room and a bedroom with a bathroom attached to that.
There is a love seat in the living room with a beanbag chair on the floor, windows which are covered by curtains, the kitchen has is far too small to fit a table in so it’s clear he eats in the living room. As you progress towards the bedroom you soon discover that this is the most lived in part of the house. It’s clear he comes home to sleep more often than anything else. The bed is made but not well, it is hap hazardly tossed together. Here is where the most pictures are, of him, his friends, and his family. It is painfully clear this is his haven.
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