a slice of paradise

Hattori moved then and went to inspect the shambled wreck of a shack that stood in the background. Cats skittered out of the way, fleeing at the mere sight of him but he paid them no heed. It was just like his families estate back in Nihon, only on a far smaller scale and in far worse condition. Was this place worth renivating? It was almost falling apart, the paper doors ripped and torn all over, as water droplets fell from the ceiling. His nose wrinkled at the scent of rot and moss, were this place closer to the inner workings of the maze he thought it might be worth fixing up. But as this was a free space, he saw no reason to change it anyway. It belonged to the koi and the cats, so to speak.