Other than the dust surrounding it, the blissful demon dojo seemed exactly like he remembered it. A beige and purple, now rather dusty, old, Japanese-style building adorned with various classical lights that shined on the otherwise dark sidewalk.
"So… This it? Is this where you used to live?"
Moby didn't respond to Jayden's question immediately as he was lost in thought staring at his old home.
"Yes… This is it… Come on, I'll show you in,"
He held her hands and walked her up the stairs towards the sliding doors that were obviously locked.
So, Moby had to whip out a key from his inventory that he had not held in a very long time.
Like butter, the doors slid open with a satisfying slam that left their vision and breath completely dusty. But, after the dust was gone, the entire room came into clear view…
