Haunted House (Mikko)

There would eventually come a day where Mikko found comfort in consciousness, but today wasn't one of those days. He was almost too used to living in a daze, to relinquishing himself to his body's whims whether it beckoned food, rest, tremors, or nothingness. Now, with his mobility back and his wounds (mostly) healed beyond impairment, he was beginning to find himself...lost. Not physically, per se, but lost on himself. What did he do, now? What besides his debt to Shiba and his brotherly vow to Acciona even waited for him in this waking realm? Back then, when the Klein woman had first found him, he'd already resigned himself to death, however slowly it chose to come on. He'd been ready to end the cycle, to end his sentence upon this earth, but then she'd brought him back. For whatever reason, she'd brought him back, but that reason he had yet to discover.

He staggered upon a darker part of the forest and paused with a blink of his single eye. What...was that? An unamused huff fluttered his lips as he crept further forward, approaching the structure to investigate. So he was hallucinating, now? Had he truly been up in the clouds for so long that he'd lost what remained of his sanity?

No...it was real, and it was huge. The brute halted once more, this time directly before the mansion, craning his stiff neck just to attempt a glimpse at its crown. What could have created this thing? And why would they raise it out here?