The apartment is a mess. Truly. The windows had metal sheets bolted onto them to prevent something from entering, and the door had been bolted shut. It took him a moment, but Damien was able to enter and call this place home. Inside was almost empty, save for a couch and some papers on the floor. It looked as though someone was forced from the room, but it didn't matter.
After a little bit of scrubbing, the apartment was looking habitable. The floors were semi-clean, and the couch had been dusted off and covered with a bedsheet. A newly purchased fridge sat in the corner, and a bleach-cleaned bathroom smelled, oddly enough, of bleach. The apartment was livable, but after some odd-jobs would turn out to be fine.
ED's old guild
It's just a bunch of archives