stragxs (& rexipsa) New town, new house, new life, new everything. Roman likes things new. Well, strictly speaking the house isn't new, it's actually fairly old, probably from the late Victorian Era, maybe part of the long nineteenth century, but he doesn't care. It has an interesting history and he's so sick of modern. He's had it done up well, done up to just how it looked in the early 1900s. He likes it looking old, looking classic, Tiffany lamps and heavy books. He'll probably never read them. It's haunted, he hears. Haunted by all the people that have died in the house, died on the grounds, and that makes it interesting enough for him. Up, up, up he goes, dragging his feet through the house. If it was haunted the ghostly residents were sure doing a good job of hiding themselves. He stops in the hall, pulls a case from his pocket and lights a cigarette. 'Just another house,' he muses aloud. Just another house with a rich, lie-filled background. Sure there's been murders here (and he's almost certain there will be more with his reign) but nothing seems to have come of it.