“Ugh, what a shithole,” Aiessa said, testing the staircase with her foot.
“Careful. Some of the boards look close to breaking.”
“Wow. How old do you think this place is?”
“Erm…maybe eighty, ninety years old? I don’t know. No one’s bothered to fix it.”
“Wonder why? It’s a pretty big place. Bigger than my house, that’s for sure.”
“Who cares? Anyway, it’s perfect. Nobody’s ever going to come here.”
“Yeah, you’re right. We just need to keep off this thing,” she pointed to the staicase, “and maybe open a window. It smells terrible in here. Hopefully, my brother won’t mind too much.”