”Here we are!” The companion's voice put a period to the story she was telling herself. He stopped in front of probably... no, definitely the creepiest building he could choose in the entire city. Enclosed by debris and structures fighting to survive one more day, this place seemed intact. Vegetation seemed to have a preference to stay away from it.

 

”I could point out so many things that are wrong here.” Luna's mind was already back at work.

”Lucky us, this isn't the annual competition of pointing out wrong things.” She rolled her eyes at what he thought was the funniest answer ever.

 

”There's no way to convince you, right?”

 

”That goes both ways.” He chuckled. In the presence of truth, the tall woman bore no rebuttals. Entering the world's biggest coffin  — the creepy building — it lacked proof it was ever used; They found themselves in an empty cement box. No walls separating rooms, no remains of furniture. Only two giant holes: one that connected to the adjacent building, the other being partially covered by an upper part of the street. Maybe it was a trap after all.

”Welcome to our new house.” The man blurted out, expanding his arms into the ample nothingness.

 

”Our what?”