[color=f49ac2][i]Stay safe? You really don’t understand the districts.[/i][/color] Iris thought to herself as she caught Jacobs last words, hearing the car begin to pull away leaving her very much alone back in a place that she had once called home. It wasn’t a home anymore, but there was nothing else she could return too. Thinking about it she knew it was depressing, returning to nothing but then she didn’t have anything in the Capital either. There was just one person that she had to take care of her, and she had left him, but this was so she could protect him, and she had to remind herself that this was for the better. 

The walk back to the home she once knew wasn’t too long and she had remembered the way at least, it was strange to think that this was muscle memory of hers at play. Thinking on it Iris hadn’t actually thought about the fact she had lost most of her memories and they were all starting to come back. There were still things she couldn’t fully remember, but she at least knew who she was again, and the old memories didn’t seem like a big deal when she had all these new ones to think about. 

Sighing to herself as she continued to walk on, she soon reached her final destination, a tattered broken-down old home. Paint still peeling on the old woodwork, some of it looked broken as if it had been ransacked whilst she had been away. Standing in front of the door that was wide open she couldn’t help but feel how eerie this place had become, how empty it now was because no one would come by here unless they had reason too. Touching the old panelling of her home she took a step inside hearing the creak of the old floorboards beneath the weight of her feet. 

[color=f49ac2]“Who am I kidding, I can’t do this.”[/color] Iris whispered to herself as she shook her head stopping in the doorway of the living room, the old chair that he used to sit in sat in the middle. Old bottles scattered across the floor and there was a smell to her home that she couldn’t stand anymore, but it looked like the place had been raided and maybe that had been when they took her father and hauled him back to the Capital. When they had killed him. Feeling her hand drop from the side of the doorway as her eyes swept the empty living room mentally counting just how many bottles of alcohol were laying about. 

Taking her first step inside she heard a crunch of glass beneath her feet, and she saw a photo frame shattered, the photo beneath it torn, worn and discoloured in places having been hit by the sun rays too much. Kneeling down Iris picked up the photo frame brushing away the shards of glass careful not to hurt herself. Seeing the photo, it was an old family photo of hers, when she was a child and still had both parents looking so happy, even in the districts she still had a shred of happiness, but it was all gone. Dropping the photo frame back to the floor with a soft thud Iris glanced towards the kitchen knowing the stairs to the basement where there, the place they had kept Cas in a makeshift cell. 

Biting her lip and against all better judgement Iris wanted to see the basement, the cell that had held Cas captive. Where it had all started, where it had been her fault. She needed to see it to remind herself that this was the right thing she was doing.