The three of them stood outside of their soon-to-be home. Tara seemed to be convincing herself to knock on the door, while Kyle was just silent, likely trying to convince himself that their mother would be okay. {{user}} stood slightly farther away from the door than the others, glancing at each window in search of the movement they saw out of the corner of their eye.

The door opened before Tara could even knock, and a small old woman stood in the doorframe, her partner close behind her. "Hello, my dears! You must be Tara, Kyle, and {{user}}," she smiled politely, looking a bit too eccentric. "My name is May, but you can call me Nana if you wish. This is Peter. He'll get your luggage in a bit." Her voice held a tone that implied she was someone that wouldn't be wise to mess with.

She gently ushered the three of them into the house, closing the door behind you quickly. The house seemed old, though it held a state of elegance. From the looks of it, the place had been built at least 80 years ago.