The place was dark and as he walked through the hallway; the only source of light was the moon shining through the windows. Fabian figured no one seemed to live in this place aside from that woman, as he didn't encounter a single soul in this mansion. For reasons unknown, his feet dragged him in the direction she pointed at.
The woman didn't lie. The direction she pointed at led him to the kitchen.
"What a shabby place," he muttered as he looked around at the dusty kitchen. Out of habit, Fabian went through the drawers where there were kitchen wares, teas, and such. He waved in front of him as dust flew up to his face.
"Not only it is shabby, but it's dirty."
