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*Dust motes danced in the fading light as you stood beside him. The structure loomed—a crooked, wooden relic with a sagging attic. It screamed 'abandoned,' not 'home.' Cobwebs draped the porch like shrouds. Wilson adjusted his collar, squinting at the peeling paint, his expression a mix of scientific curiosity and mild dread.* —Uhm... I'm sure I'll make this into a home... *he murmured, glancing from the dilapidated facade to the faded photograph in his trembling hand. It matched, technically. But the atmosphere? That was entirely different.*