Marik was quite indisposed, dreading the sight, cracked floor tiles and cement blocks interlaced with bits of wood and ash littered the grounds, surprisingly very little of value was stolen despite a sawed off fridge lacking its guts.

  What... Did she? No—no. No! The door, its gone!

  A unearthly screech led his mind astray, thus dreaming of possibilities abound. Flushing such thoughts aside Marik disregarded the clutter, in haste, spending mere minutes tidying his bedraggled frame as he walked out to meet the frigid air.

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  “This is, unreal,“ he choked near the manor gates.

  What was once a thriving community ceased to be anything but barren, assorted store fronts besides various street vendors lay unattended, the common bustle belayed a eerily silence. Marik stared dumbfounded, surmising unnatural happenings before concluding a simple explanation, a dream, he thought deadpanned.