The shack was a simple, wooden old shack that blended in with the surrounding area. Right now the party was in the least wealthy part of the capital, the people here had enough money to live and the houses were alright, but there were still some people that lived in some run-down places that were similar to this shack, mostly old people that have nobody with them.
As Reign approached the shack he smiled a bit as he could feel the dark, disgusting power of a demon below it, he opened the door of the shack and stepped in as the others waited outside because it was too small to fit everybody.
