Jason's POV
From the entrance of the door till the entire drawing room, which was as huge as one house of an ordinary person, was a mess. We carefully stepped inside, making our way through the mess scattered on the floor, as it was impossible to find a place to put your feet.
The toys were scattered everywhere on the floor, including those tiny puzzle pieces and the building blocks which could hurt one's feet if stepped on. The furniture was moved from its places, colors were spread everywhere — not just on the floor, but even the walls were not spared. Color splashes, handprints, and footprints were everywhere from floor to walls.
Everything inside the drawing room was broken — from the expensive wall paintings, the vases, and even that big-sized TV, which now hung tilted with the screen completely broken. The cushions were torn, the cotton and feathers everywhere, and covers thrown somewhere on the floor.
This was truly not our home, but seemed like poultry farm.
