/me "Well, it is quite simple: our pure bloodline will have to end. But I intend to make most of my life while I still have it, that I can assure you of." The Hawker said, heading towards the door. "And do not worry, we're already here. And with five minutes to spare at that." He opened the door up, revealing the interior of the house. It was snazzy as hell, with marble and porcelain decorations adorning both the floors, the walls and the ceilings. Still, the floor had a noticeable dent in it, and an empty chain swung about up above, where one would expect a chandelier. How peculiar. In front of the door was a wide staircase, covered by a red, velvet carpet. And on that staircase stood a young, fragile looking boy, no older than 15. He had bleary, tired eyes, and shaggy, brown hair. "You're home." He simply said, before Edward even stepped in. "Please, come in." Edward said, gesturing for them to enter.