"Broke in? What? No, that was months ag–?"

Before Matias could finish his sentence, Scarlet was up and gone. He let out a long, deep snarl before stepping out of his car and looking off to where she went.

"Scarlet, no one's there. It's fine."

It seemed true for the most part. The back of the house was half clay and half grass, the yard blooming with tall grass and dandelions with some bushes dabbed on top for good measure. A worktable on the clay tiles housed a tool or two thrown haphazardly on top. A large cabinet and a ladder accompanied the mess. Nothing alive seemed to be back here save for the crickets and cicadas chirping away wherever they hid.

It took Matias a moment to unlock the back gate of his house and enter the vicinity. He still didn't look too happy.

"Well?" he puffed. "See anything?"