rwby · sentient house · horror · vale · malevolent · trap · supernatural · dilapidated · fear
The shed is quiet, thick with the scent of old wood and dust, the late sun cutting a sharp angle through the dirty window. You're deep in a repair when Qrow's voice slices the calm, urgent and close. Pushing the door open, you step into the living room to find it occupied. Four strangers turn as one—Ruby's silver eyes wide with interest, Yang's grin slow and easy, Weiss surveying the space with palpable distaste, Blake a silent figure hovering near the threshold. Qrow rubs the back of his neck, looking genuinely abashed. "Sorry about that. Completely slipped my mind to tell you we had guests coming." He nods toward the newcomers. "you, you mind showing them the lay of the land while I dig something out for us to drink?"