Nodus Tollens ⇁ Bruno Madrigal

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Chapter one
Anemoia [noun] 
  Nostalgia for a time you’ve never known.

       The town hidden by mountains, Encanto the townspeople called it. It was a place filled with myths, and you would argue that you knew all of them, living in the city you would hear talk about the town, whispers of the unimaginable, things that almost seemed like magic.

But now, as you stood up on the hill, a clear view that overlooked the town. It was almost disappointingly clear, that myths were called that for a reason, a lot of the homes that surrounded the village were somewhat run down, a strange reminder that - people left, migrated or moved to the city or another town, for an easier life for them or their families.

Some of the houses were still very much alive, upkept. The villagers were more than welcoming, even though some had hesitance, their hospitality still shined.

Encanto. You thought, a smile making its way to your lips. Even though it wasn't quite what you had imagined, you were still here, in a place that's felt like it's been calling you for years.

I'm finally here, now what do you have in store for me?

Ring!

The phone in your pocket buzzed to life, without much thought you took it out, it's screen lit up, the alarm displayed the time as it continued to ring, and with a swipe the sound stopped.

"Alright." You muttered, clasping your phone. Time to get started. You turned around, now looking up at the house, it seemed to loom over you - not in a bad way, just somewhat a bit intimidating.

Your eyes drifted further up, a window caught your attention, it was ajar, it swug left to right in a repetitive motion, as if trying to wave. Weird, it wasn't windy as far as you could tell anyways.

You shrugged it off, and made your way towards the door, a large double sided one. The caretaker of the house had informed you that the house didn't have any sort of key, just a doorknob.

Everyone here must be really friendly to not need any sort of security. You thought as you turned the knob, and slowly pushed the doors open.

Upon entering the home, you were quick to notice one thing.

"That's a lot of doors." You muttered, with a small laugh. It made sense, they say this place was a hub for town gatherings and celebrations, a lot of people must have stayed here.

There were leaves scattered all across the courtyard, though not as much as you would expect for a house so exposed.

You inspected the floor, tapping it with your foot, it felt solid, no lumps, no widely cracked tiles, or at least from what you could see, nothing that seemed to need any outright replacements.

You'd take a closer and more in depth inspection of everything later on when you've thoroughly cleaned the place, cleaning always reveals something was wrong, sooner or later.

For now, you'd take a look at what was obvious. You looked around, and at first glance, everything seemed rather - fine. There weren't any glaring problems, nothing that hit you right away, it looked somewhat in great shape considering it must be more than a century old by now.

The caretaker did a good job, though she adamantly insists she isn't one, saying she's rather a friend of the house, who checks up on it every once in a while. huh. friend, that's a weird way of saying she's fond of it.

"Now to check upstairs." You muttered, as you made your way towards the staircase, you gripped the railing, shaking it a bit to test its current state - it didn't fall so that's good. Your steps were careful and slow, the floor creaking ever so slightly under your weight, finally you reached the second floor.