The old and dilapidated, this house had shouldered the weight of experiences. The creaks of the wooden floorboards seemed to whisper that they carried the burden of years. I, Kuro, could feel the silence and weariness within these walls.

The air was filled with the scent of old wood and faded memories. Dust danced in the sunlight, leaving fleeting shadows on the floor. Once magnificent, the windows now offered only a fragmented view of the outside world.