Lucien’s POV:
The door creaked open, revealing a dark and dusty interior.
I cleared the dust that had caught in my throat as I stepped inside, my boots scuffing against the warped wooden floorboards. Arnaud was right behind me, and together we moved further in.
The air was stale, likely due to the place being deserted for so long. What surprised me, though, was that everything was still in place.
“I didn’t think the person staying here moved. I think they left in a haste,” Arnaud said quietly, his eyes fixed on a broken mug in the corner, covered in cobwebs.
I gave a nod, acknowledging Arnaud's observation. Everything in the house was still there, untouched.
“I need you to look around. If this person was living here, then maybe there’s something left behind that tells us where he wen
