[She's honestly a little surprised at how it isn't falling apart. Minus the dust and those few windows, it could be usable within a couple weeks. She heads up to the door and carefully pushes it open. The interior is not that much different from the exterior, but the furniture inside is covered in mothballs from disuse.
Still, it's a home. Or what had been a home. She had dim memories that the Castle had placed in her about a family that she'd never actually had, growing up in a ranch house with three older brothers.
She frowns at the reminder that even now she's still feeling the effects of the Castle and moves into the kitchen to see the state of it.]
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Still, it's a home. Or what had been a home. She had dim memories that the Castle had placed in her about a family that she'd never actually had, growing up in a ranch house with three older brothers.
She frowns at the reminder that even now she's still feeling the effects of the Castle and moves into the kitchen to see the state of it.]