As Laz pulled up to a dilapidated one story building, he couldn't help but frown a bit at the sight. It wasn't as though the building was in bad shape... more like it was just a bit run down. The blue siding looked old and faded while the white paint on the patio was peeling. The wooden front door looked new and reinforced, but Laz got the sneaking suspicion that the only reason it was like that was because something happened to the last door. You don't replace just the front door unless you have to. Laz was following some instructions and brought his bike down the shared drive way that was barely wide enough for a compact car. As he got behind the place, he view of it changed a bit.
The drive way went back pretty far, past a tall wooden fence that was impossible to see though on either side. Using his spiritual sense, Laz could tell that there was a rather nice garden area behind where the apartment was.
