Kisaragi-Zeet

 Madison left out a soft sigh of exhaustion as she got out of the car and looked over the manor. She could think of countless other things she'd rather be doing than going over the place, but money was tight and this job paid far too well for her to pass up.  She looked over the grand structure, dabbled with patches of snow. A little early, given it was mid November, but not uncommon in this part of Norway. Her job seemed simple enough- spend a month living in the manor cataloging furniture, heirlooms, documents and the like and tidy the place up a bit. She looked at the looming building in front of her and pouted a bit. "A month might not