When Shaan looked at the building from the outside, he froze. For some reason, the house looked... quite old. The wall paint had started to fade and peel off. Not only that, he clearly saw a long crack stretching across the wall, wide enough for him to peek through and see the inner layer behind it.
"It seems like the owner of this place hasn't taken care of it at all. What if the building suddenly collapses?" Shaan shook his head. "That would definitely cause a huge problem."
"Hey, Shaan. Why are you just standing there?" Nalira called out from the front entrance. "Come on, Mr. Courier is already inside."
"Oh, right. I'm coming."
As soon as Shaan stepped inside, a sharp smell hit him. The scent reminded him of alcohol, but strangely, he also caught a strong hint of herbal plants.
'Damn, even my head's starting to hurt from this smell,' Shaan muttered, gently rubbing his forehead. 'How can anyone stand staying in a place that smells this weird?'
