I had never noticed this location before, but it was gorgeous.
Organized leather furniture decorated the room, luxurious looking art hung on the walls. Extravagance. Technique.
Splendor.
The only issue was, that the whole place had been ravaged. Gashes damaged the posh furnishings, tables had been ripped off, and the painting was either askew or ruined or
both.
On one wall, a huge emblem I did not realize had been spray-painted: a circle with one line crossing it vertically and another cutting through at an intersection left to right.
The magnificence blended with such blasphemy left me utterly flabbergasted.
"Welcome to Château Jake," Scholes declared.
"My apologies for the immediate transport," Scholes proceeded.
"Jake began freaking out that I'd left you alone for so long."
"I've never 'freaked out' in my life—er, existence, er whatever," deliberated Jake, hiking into the room.
