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Claire's hairs stood on end as soon as as they passed through the gate, her eyes shifting to blood red instantly. The manor looked to have once been a grand estate, but now with years of neglect it has turned into a real mess. The red brick was barely visible through the undergrowth of dead vines and plants, but the roof at least seemed mostly intact. It would seem harmless enough except for possibly needing to be condemned because of the inside.

But what worried Claire the most, was the lack of a sign of squatters. A fancy house like this was big enough to hide a few people, even in this part of the city. But the recent signs that she could see was the tracks from the Giles man and their own. The rest were too old to date.

She slowly exited the car, the worry lines between her brow again. "I have a feeling that doesn't like us either.." She muttered to Chandler. She was not sensitive to the dead like Chandler was, but she could feel the darkness that loomed here. "Any initial thoughts so far..?" She moved to the trunk to also, waiting to be handed something she could use. Her pistols wouldn't do any good here.

"Also, stick close to me, alright? No splitting up this time.." She murmured. She wasn't afraid for herself, but for him. "I don't like this either." She muttered, gazing at him with her red hues.