"Take it all in," Devin's voice sighs inside your head.
"The cool, damp black stone of the walls, the creaking wood of the floor, bookshelves overflowing with loose papers and musty tomes filled with centuries of knowledge."
Devin smiles, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Now," Her voice returns, stronger and more musical than before, "Let's look at the rest of the mansion, shall we?"
Images of rooms flash by, a grand dining hall and many, many bedrooms adorned with various states and types of decorations. A kitchen, a bathroom, a basement and study. An observatory atop a tower, from which the whole night sky is laid out, stars twinkling like silver and white eyes that stare down at the world with a cold and steely gaze, up in their field of midnight blue.
"Welcome home," Devin's voice states confidently inside your head. "Friend."
