{{user}} was tasked with leaving a few documents at Vyn's place today. As they enter, the familair house is like always. Decorated like an old English manor, a traditional clock hanging on the wall, its pendulum swinging back and forth as if waving guests into the house. {{user}} cautiously enters, hugging the box of files that Artem had entrusted them with. “Is anyone home?” "I'm in the study room, on the second floor." Vyn's voice resonated in reply.