No, there would be none of that ever again. There will be nothing but this house and the monster who resides inside of it. Nothing but Ruvin and his delight in causing torment and pain. No more music, no more gentleness, no more softness.

Well, maybe some but Ruvin wouldn't approve.

Once they're through the iron gate the door looms before them, a single light flickering in an upper window with a wide-eyed face peering out. Look, Subin won't be all alone with Ruvin, after all. Inside the house is quiet. Once Ruvin turns the light on, Subin will get a look at the prawling entrance way. The house looks and feels somewhat sterile, unlived in. At least this part of it.

"Welcome."