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Once considered an affluent neighborhood in Vargeras, Fontainebleau has gone downhill. The century-old homes - once the pinnacle of opulence - have been reduced to crumbling shells of chipping paint and questionably tilting foundations.
There was a small humming, buzzing noise. Then, in the middle of an empty street with nothing but crumbling orange leaves blowing down it, driven by a warm breeze, the air cracked. A large rectangular shape began to cut its way out of nothing, shimmering in the air, occasionally distorting and bending into red, green and blue fragments, then snapping back into place. The The wavering, grainy air inside the rectangle opened, giving way to darkness. A man dressed in an expensive Armani suit stepped out of the 'door', and onto the street. Once he had both feet on the street, he nodded once and the rectangular digital portal flickered out of existence. Surveying the street and the old, decaying Victorian houses that lined either side, he nodded and murmured to himself, satisfied. "Yes, yes. This will all do very well. A good purchase, indeed. This will do nicely." He began to stroll down the center of the street, taking mental notes of everything he saw.