Sleep
Hitori led the way downstairs. He examined the walls, then he saw the fire patches of burn and the fire around the hall.
The sofa was nothing but the remains of leather and cotton and wood. It had black patches all over, with a little ash under it.
The dining table had a big hole in it as if someone from another world punched it through. The legs were alright, but the joints around the corners were dangling.
But the coffee table was missing. A scroll might have fallen on it, bursting into pieces and leaving nothing.
The rug in the drawing room was half burned and half good, but what good was that half part? The curtains that once stopped the sunlight from entering the hall were burning to the top. Some had burned to ashes, but some had not.
Hitori had to jump off the second stair since the first one was nothing but a busted hole in the wooden floor. "Watch out," he said as he turned to his room.