The house is quiet and dark, so very inviting. You're welcome to continue walking right in, so long as you don't mind the faint scent of blood in the air-- it's from the floorboards, if you're curious. The floorboards of the room they wait for him in, where spilt blood's run into cracks and crevices, dark stains illuminated by floating candle light. You're smart, Allen. Bet you can guess in just one guess where-- or who-- it's from.] Come on in, boy.