Namilaia Vyktoryn

An old Victorian home barely stands to mark the border of the territory, falling apart as age withers it away. Beyond this once-lovely stead lies seemingly-endless acres of land, cut off by a still-standing white fence. The wire gate has been torn off, so easy access is granted. A shabby lean-to provides a bit of comfort from the weather, though not much. The ground has always been fairly cropped, so food shouldn’t be a worry. You can’t go inside the home, but it’s safe -- no humans have come here in many decades. Apparently, horses were kept here.