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Character Portrait: Alessandro Corvi Character Portrait: Gabriella Rocha
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It seemed for now that Alessandro’s question would be without answer, but from the behavior of the others, he supposed they probably didn’t have one that would satisfy him anyway. There was more stirring, and one further person awoke, this one more mobile and apparently inclined to walk around a bit. He gathered from her actions that she circle of rosebushes was impassable, at least from there. Which led to the interesting question of how they were brought here in the first place. That said, he couldn’t be too concerned about it at the moment, because he had no idea where he was or where he’d go even if he could leave. Perhaps there was someone inside the house?

The younger-looking of the two women strode over to the remaining still form, picking him up b the ankles and proceeding to drag him in the direction of the door. Alessandro started after them, thinking to perhaps pick the youth up by the shoulders, particularly when his head knocked into several objects along the way, causing the musician to wince a bit in sympathy. But she had reached the door before he made it to them, which left him standing sort of awkwardly behind the pair as the door swung inwards. Gabriella, as she had introduced herself, called inwards, but there was no reply. “Perhaps they are around the back of the house,” he speculated quietly, but who ‘they’ could possibly be, he had no idea.

Volunteering himself to go check, he threaded his way lightly to the small yard in the back, but there didn’t seem to be anyone here, either. “Excuse me?” he called out, but the words seemed strangely muffled in the air, the sound unnatural to his trained ear on some level he could not explain. His footsteps, too, seemed muffled, even given the crunching of the crisp snow beneath his feet. “Is there anyone here?”

But the dead plants did not answer, and the pond’s only reply was an icy stillness. The quiet was unnatural, but the death seemed appropriate in a way that the vibrancy of the red ring of roses had not. Walking to the pond’s edge, Alessandro brushed some of the snow off the thinly-iced surface and peered in. Everything about this place seemed so… alien. Which was strange, for though it was in a most unusual location, the house itself was nothing too extraordinary, even if it was from an era long past. Sighing quietly, he shook his head. Perhaps it would be better if he ventured inside with the others, but curiously, he felt no particular sense of urgency about it.

Perhaps the situation was simply too odd. If he’d woken up in a darkened warehouse or something equally ominous but more… sensical, then maybe he would have been infected with the desire to be out and back home as soon as possible. But here, this… his mind couldn’t find purchase from which to gain traction and solve his problem. He felt inert, unmoving and perhaps unable to put in the effort that would be required to start the cogs of his consciousness again. It was the stillness here. Infectious.