It was a fresh spring morning in the town of New Haven. With green trees along the streets, the sky was light blue with fluffy clouds hanging lazily in the air. It was a fine 73 degrees outside. You approached the house, pushing past the unlocked wrought-iron gate. The house was large, yet not mansion-like. It was built in the Victorian Italianate style, To the left side of the home entrance was a large garden, filled with colorful flowers and various herbs that could be used for cooking. To the right was a large wooden bench, with removable cushions of a deep purple color. The house itself was of a dark brown color, made of wood. It featured evenly spaced windows, 4 in total on the front facade, with 2 balconies sitting directly above the covered entryway. The windows were arched and adorned with molded caps. The roof was of a Mansard style and had bracketed cornices at the corners and along the roofline. The house itself had a front yard, with various bushes and a few trees scattered throughout. A large fence, like a palisade, separated the backyard from the front. it was a good 7 feet tall, and could not be seen over without great effort. There was a set of stairs leading to the front door, which was made of oak, stained cherry-red. There was no window on the door, simply a large black knocker, shaped in a simple ball, hanging from the center, about 2/3rds of the way up. It bore a large brass doorknob, polished and shining as the day it was made. You knocked on the door and were answered by a woman calling out "Un momento per favore!". You waited a few minutes and an older woman opened the door. She looked about 5'10, with thick brown hair that fell down her back and gathered on her shoulders. She wore a pair of khaki pants, and a red shirt that ended around halfway down her chubby waist, and exposed more cleavage than would normally be seen as decent. She wore an apron the color of cream that hugged her figure. She had a large nose, large gold hoops in her ears, black lipstick, and a puzzled expression.