[Nothing about this makes sense. He looks around and he doesn't need two eyes to get what he's looking at. On one hand, the place looks abandoned. Almost desolate. And then in contrast, for one reason or another, some of the furnishings... are in stellar condition. Some of them are nicer than anything he's ever seen in the village.
His attention is ripped from what surrounds him in what he can only suspect may have been a sitting room at one point in time. Something like that. Once, it probably looked normal. The sound from the story above grabs him. An animal? No. Maybe not. Not with footsteps like that. Too heavy, he thinks. Tifa's choked out sob draws his gaze onto her.
Is that a warning? Is it simply that she doesn't want him to go upstairs? Fear? If she were awake, she could tell him.]
...Something tells me your dad's not here.
[Something also tells him that maybe they shouldn't be here either. Nothing about this seems right.]
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His attention is ripped from what surrounds him in what he can only suspect may have been a sitting room at one point in time. Something like that. Once, it probably looked normal. The sound from the story above grabs him. An animal? No. Maybe not. Not with footsteps like that. Too heavy, he thinks. Tifa's choked out sob draws his gaze onto her.
Is that a warning? Is it simply that she doesn't want him to go upstairs? Fear? If she were awake, she could tell him.]
...Something tells me your dad's not here.
[Something also tells him that maybe they shouldn't be here either. Nothing about this seems right.]