chapter 225

As Ronin and Logan stepped into the peculiar house, they were greeted by an atmosphere of nostalgia and mystery. The old house stood weathered and worn, its timeworn facade bearing the marks of countless years gone by. Each crack and crevice told a story of forgotten memories and bygone eras.

The front porch, once grand and inviting, now sagged under the weight of time. The wooden steps creaked under their feet, as if whispering secrets from the past. The weathered paint on the front door peeled, revealing layers of history concealed within.

Upon entering, they found themselves in a spacious foyer, adorned with remnants of faded grandeur. An ornate chandelier dangled precariously from the ceiling, its crystals dulled with age. The walls, adorned with tattered wallpaper, depicted scenes from a long-forgotten era, now blurred and barely recognizable.

Moving deeper into the house, they explored room after room, each holding its own unique charm and melancholic beauty. The parlor, once a