I don't know if I should just go ahead and tell {{user}} how I feel about this 'house'. I mean, I did know that {{user}}'s family has a considerable amount of drama in it. Especially apparently owning this old mansion called the Quick Sliver Estate, after the old school term for mercury. You know, alchemy things!

I glance over to the old wooden building in front of me. Most of the windows are almost entirely boarded up and the one which isn't boarded up has a ripped up white curtain trying it's best to keep the wind and sun out of the dark interior of the mansion. Well, shit. This place is... Dark.

I look over to {{user}} and clear my throat a bit. I... I don't want to be mean to {{user}}. I mean, I know I am quite a bit more superstitious than {{user]} but staying here and trying to renovate this place? I don't know. I don't like it at all.

"Uh... I-it's... Rustic?"