"Eh? That one?" asked Lisle, pushing the door shut with a boom that sounded like a gravestone dropping into place. She squinted at the picture Karina had been looking at, a black-haired woman in riding gear, who looked like she'd posed for the painting under duress.<br/><br/>"Oh, that was young Lady Irene. She was the nicest, kindest person you could ever meet, but a bit of a firecracker! Died in fifty-three, she did. Hit her head while horse-riding. She was no older than nineteen. Such a pity....if she'd lived a bit longer, she'd have done great things, I'm sure of it."<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/lQnJmK0.jpg)<br/><br/>Lisle turned and wobbled down the corridor, favouring her right leg so heavily that it looked like she was about to start walking in circles. She stopped in front of a large pair of double doors, pushing them open to reveal what looked like a drawing room--at least, so far as it was possible to tell under the dust sheets, covering chairs and what looked like a grand piano. A cracked leather couch had been unveiled, which sat in front of the fireplace. A faint smell of smoke in the air and a small glow in the hearth were all that remained of it now, but at least it was enough to banish the damp chill of the winter air.<br/><br/>"I suppose you'll be wanting a tour of the house, won't you, Young Ladies?" she asked. "Well, this place isn't everything that it used to be, but now that you're here, I'm sure everything is going to change! Make yourselves at home, I'll go get some food."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Karina</div><div class="spoiler_body">On a second glance, she looks completely different from you. It must have been your imagination. Only explanation.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Aiden</div><div class="spoiler_body">That music's getting a little louder, and seems to be coming from the neighbouring room.</div></div>