"You hang around, I'll investigate this place," Jax said, giving Hydra a slight kiss and then walking away to the house.
"Alright," Hydra responded and nodded, deciding to head out and take a nice rest before Jax called her back.
Soon, Jax stopped right before the house, and up close, the sense of wrongness this particular location gave him only sharpened, and it also felt very deliberate, as if the house wanted everyone to avoid it.
The structure drank in light rather than reflecting it. The stone wasn't void-black like Nightengale's architecture, but a deep, muted charcoal veined with something faintly iridescent, as if the rock remembered starlight from another age.
The windows were narrow slits, their glass opaque to avoid anyone from looking inside and seeing what was going on.
Jax lifted his hand and knocked.
~KNOCK~KNOCK~KNOCK!~
Three clean knocks, all of which echoed cleanly, but Jax didn't sense any response. Inside, the presence didn't stir.
