Jin had now returned home from the detour he had taken after meeting nikitio. Returned to the isolated mountain village set up by one of the previous Vizard leaders before him and now completely deserted the place was like a ghost town.

Striding up to the main door of the mansion that overlooked the hamlet, the building that would forever be his home he slammed a kick forward to knock the door open letting a rush of fresh air enter the stale premise. Flicking the light switch on and off he noted that all the facilities seemed to still be in working order and with that he went up to the master bedroom to make sure all his belonging were still where he had left them, although he knew they would be as this place was isolated and hidden form any outside contact other than those who knew of it, so no one that would steal from him would find this place in the first place.

After replacing the few items he had brought out with him, Jin returned downstairs to fine every cupboard bare and an empty refrigerator left to greet him. The hell kind of welcoming was this? How was he supposed to cook a descent meal with shit all as ingredients. With an irritated sigh he headed back out the door, reminding himself he would now have to fix the lock but really had no choice since he had forgotten to leave with a key. Looked like it was time to go shopping, so with his gigai in hand saving it for after he used the abilities of a soul to descend the mountain (no way in hell that was happening in human form) he began his journey back into town excited at the prospect of choosing his ingredients.

Shin looked around what appeared to be an odd sight amongst the destruction of the surronding area. A village, left untouched....yet unused. The mountain rage seemed to make it a physical safe haven from intruders, and a good place to hide as well. Shin made his way up to what seemed to be the main structure of the village. "This will do nicely" he thought.

Wondering throught the door which seemed to be recently disturbed Shin cautiously made his way inside the house. It was spacious yet abandend. If this was truly a ghost town then Shin could make this his new refuge while he looked for others like him. However someone had recently been here. Maybe it was locals from the nearby town scavaging for supplies, but why wouldn't they take refuge? And why did Shin feel some left over spiritual pressure.

He began to have an uneasy feeling as he looked towards the door, and grabed the sheath on his waist ready to pull his knife out.

"Nothing." Shin thought, maybe it was his nerves getting to him. To adjust his mood he took a quick nip of a flask from his vest pocket. With his nerves settled he moved on throughout the house. It seemed vacant in every area, no one had lived here for quite some time. He had found some treasure in this wasteland however, a bottle of wine. It was a good year and vintage, though that was meaningless standing at room temperature for so long. Shin dusted off the bottle, before ripping out the cork with his teeth. It smelled much like most red wines did, with the exception of the clearly spoiled aroma. "Good enough" Shin thought with a sigh, it was still okay to drink due to the content of alcohol in the bottle......however it wouldn't go down to easy.

With a few gulps down, Shin wiped his lips clean of the rancid wine and kept moving...bottle in hand. He stubled his way into one of many living quaters. "This will do fine" He thought to himself, as he set his belongings down. The room was nice compared to the crapmed quaters he had in Ireland. He sat the bottle of wine down next to the bed, and laid down for a short rest. His journey had been long after all.

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