She was close now. The rain soaked her clothes, but any sense of care was not shown on her face. A tranquil breeze bit at her frozen body, but she continued to her destination. A house at the edge of the main road stood in all its majesty. The gate in front of the mansion was locked shut and the chain that was used was rusted and weatherworn. The stone fences that surrounded the site were vine covered. The ancient house appeared to be in a hole in time, held in place by the hands of time itself. It was almost the same way she had left it six long years ago.