After eating breakfast, Joaquin and Byron arrive in Mystic, Connecticut in front of a white two-story house that needs some major repairs. “Are you sure this is the right address?” Joaquin points to the house and then looks around at all the well-kept houses.
“Yep, that's it. Why would a witch allow her house to become so rundown?” Byron frowns, looking at a shutter hanging down on an upstairs window.
They walked to the door. Joaquin rings the doorbell several times but doesn’t get an answer. “Someone in there.” He looks around to see if any of the neighbors are watching them.
Bryon walks over to a window, looks in, and frowns, looking at a room that seems to have been ransacked. “Man, it looks like a tornado has been in there.”
“f**k this.” Joaquin kicks off the hinge and wal
