Sonya raised an eyebrow at the beautiful red-haired woman descending the staircase. For a moment, she briefly wondered if this was the mistress his great uncle might have left behind as the woman began to greet her. Well, Sonya thought she was greeting her. She couldn't really tell from the woman's thick Irish accent. But from her facial expressions and after a moment of decoding the message, it was clear that it was not a greeting. More like a warning to turn back.
"Um, I don't know who you are but this is my home lady." Sonya replied. She wasn't one for confrontations but dammit, she wanted her inherited house. It was the prime example of that one phrase. Although it was crappy on the outside, it was gorgeous on the inside. And she wanted it so bad. Before she could say anything more, she heard a noise to her left. Turning her attention away from the red-head (which was surprisingly hard to do since the lady was freakin' gorgeous), Sonya's eyes widened when she saw another figure standing inside her supposedly empty house. The figure had a blanket draped over her head, muffling her voice. But Sonya could still feel the woman's (?) gaze trained on her without having to get a good look of her face.
"Wait, don't tell me you live here to? This place was supposed to be dese-" A loud crash in the sitting room made Sonya spin around where out of nowhere, a guy suddenly appeared unconscious in the middle of the floor. This time, Sonya made no movement to acknowledge the third mysterious person and simply turned back to the first stranger she met.
"What the hell is going on?!" She yelled, finally reaching her boiling point. One could only take so many strangers infiltrating her new home.