Unlike the brick exterior, the interior has wood planks making up the inside.
It is like an inside-out house on earth.
The small fourteen thousand square foot space is filled with light dust, that moves a little too fast in the sunlight peaking through the broken roof.
Brown wooden floorboards remind me of the inside of a tree.
They seem to grow their houses and then encase them with bricks, these trees must be control hubs for the city itself.
A young man in a grey shirt and black pants, with bottoms covering black leather boots has his arms crossed while leaning against the wall.
His hair is tied in a ponytail
A stairway is to my right, facing the young man.
He can see up the stairs and to his left, I don't know what is on the other side as they are opposite to me.
"I am armed, I would like that to be known".
My voice rings in the seemingly empty house, getting rid of the silent runes in the air as it does.
