Yume's memory of the trip was fuzzy. How or why he was here was as much of a mystery to him as it was to anyone else. Something something science something something Yume's got a new home. He rather liked the place; large, spacy, and next to others! His choice of furniture emphasized romance and comfort. Despite being underage, there was plenty of wine and other alcohol bottles lined up on one side of the wall. Scented candles provided atmosphere and illumination, with a warm fireplace giving the most light to an otherwise fairly dim house. Instead of a couch in the living, there was simply one large heart-shaped bed, perfect for viewing the television while cuddled up to your mate. The kitchen was made in such a way that it wouldn't look out of place in a high class restaurant, but was fitted for at least a group of four. In stark contrast to the rest of the house however, one of the rooms upstairs was an armory; lined on the walls and hanging from racks was various types of weapons, knives, guns, explosives and more. It was even stocked with some archaic swords and shields, which were not just for decoration. The other rooms were each personalized for different types of pleasure, fetishes and such. You don't want to know what's in the basement.

As Yume was considering marking his home with his love juices, there was an annoying ringing at the door. Putting his things down Yume went to the door and was expecting visitors, but instead he had mail. Some sort of meeting at 1:30. Meeting met people. People he could make love to. Yume's face broke into a smile as he closed the door behind him. He wanted to get a look at his neighbors, see which one he should conquer first.