Alistair carried a bunch of clothes while traversing the staircase. In a few moments, he walked out of the dimly lit attic.
The corridor in sight looked like any typical house: nicely cleaned and polished. However, Alistair noticed dried red stains in some inconspicuous places, but he promptly ignored that. The chances of getting a completely 'clean' building here were already low, so why nitpick?
"Do I have to live here alone? That is depressing… Wait, didn't Revan say someone would manage the living requirements?" Alistair said, his voice echoing through the pathway.
The brown walls with white stripes looked so artsy, and the lush green floors calmed beating hearts. Eventually, Alistair reached a door and pushed it open. This was the bedroom, but he wasted no time and entered another door – the wardrobe.
The clothes were neatly put in afterward, and he sighed. "Finally, the last one," he whispered while gazing on.
