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>The master bedroom opened with a long, drawn-out creak.
>Saying there was a bed would have been a lie.
>The mattress and blankets atop were in tatters.
>An armoire was tipped over.
>Clothes were everywhere.
>The stink of perfume assaulted your nostrils.
>At least a dozen different scents from at least a dozen broken bottles hit you simultaneously.
>The walls here all suffered some kind of damage.
>Were you the landlord, this would have been nothing short of a nightmare.
>You double-checked your aura, making sure it was just the two of you here.
>This woman’s mind did not agree with whatever she turned into.
>Or worse, she wasn’t even aware of it.
>She might be some mindless beast loping about.
>Amidst the chaos, a light reflected off a phone screen.
>Cracked, but functional.
>Single-digit battery life.
>And a wallpaper of her hugging, presumedly, Harry.
>You sighed and left it where you found it.
>A grim sight, but nothing that pointed out a little Zorua had been here.
>Down the hallway’s other path, there was noticeably less carnage.
>Kneeling closer to the ground, Hal spotted an intermittent trail.
>A barely perceptible line of grime dyed the gray carpet an off shade.
>If you squinted your eyes right, it came from the broken back door.
>And it led to a child’s room.
>A messy one.
>But this room was messy as it ought to be.
>Whatever pandemonium trashed the rest of the house did not find its way here.
>As with his room back home, Harry had Lego strewn on the floor.
>Hal noticed there were no little figures.
>A few broken structures, and none of the Lego people were left.
>”He was here.”
>You agreed.
>The whole house was a mystery you had to leave unsolved.
>Neither of you needed to say anything.
>Hal picked a direction, and you followed.
>The boy was close.
>A determined zoroark led the way, reckless over being spotted now.
>Stopping near a family’s backyard barbeque celebration, Hal told you to do it.
>Maybe he stopped for food here.