George: Find anything?
Ted nonchalantly pulls a key ring out of his pocket, and George, for the first time in a very long time, smiles.
Well, detective, after you-
Ted spends his time trying out both the regular looking keys, until finally arriving to the strange, fancily shaped key. He pops it in the key hole and gently turns it.
*Click*
Just as Ted cracks open the door to the home, George breaks out into yet another heavy, loud cough, this time leaning against the wall and coughing something up onto the ground. It's clear as day now, and everybody can see it. George just coughed up a hunk of blood.
Quickly, he takes a prescription pill bottle out of his Vietnam-era army coat jacket and throws two oblong white pills into his hand, then into his mouth before quickly pocketing the bottle. But not before Ted's sharp eye can just barely spot out some lettering on the white label of the bottle:
Hydrocodone 10MG - Vic- before it's out of view and back in Ted's pocket.
George noticed everyone staring at him, but refuses to acknowledge what just happened and enters the building, with Ted, Caleb, and Melvin entering behind him.
The first thing that the four of you notice upon entering the house is that it's cold. Really fucking cold. Despite a heavy rainstorm going on outside, it's somehow even colder in here, like somebody set an industrial sized air conditioner to the lowest setting. George sniffs the air.
Ahead of you, you see a large entryway, with onyx tiled floors. The house is very dark with no lights on, but you can all make out a huge unlit 62 candle chandelier hanging from the ceiling. At the end of the entryway to the house, a marble statue stands tall. The pedestal is three foot in height, with the statue itself being a further seven feet tall. The man the statue is depicting is dressed in an extravagant tuxedo and what looks like an old Venetian Carnivale mask. He is shaped to be standing in a stoic pose, and on the pedestal of the platform it reads:
James LeMont
Heir to the LeMont Fortune
Next to the statue is a spiral staircase, going both up into a second story and downwards in presumably, a basement. Ted, from the distance, though the room is dark, can make out that the staircase is a mixture of onyx and marble, the type of thing you'd only see from the pompously rich.
Just as Melvin closes the door behind him, a cold, sharp, almost ghostly but polite and extravagant voice rings through the air clearly.
I don't remember inviting you in, but please - make yourself at home.
The group looks around but sees no one.