You're standing in the entryway.

Light pours through a high window, revealing gentle flecks of dust. The hardwood floor extends down a narrow hallway. To your right, a mahogany door opens onto a study, an explosion of paper visible from here. Down the hall is a living room, and to your left is an entry onto a small kitchen.

There's a lot of color here. Woven rugs with rich blues, dark reds. And lots of windows, lots of light.

Next to you, a table full of mail, keys, odds and ends. A note sits on top:

"Hi! I'm Beck. Welcome to my house.
Feel free to go wherever you like. You're my guest, so make yourself at home.
If you'd like to talk to me, I'll be out on the back porch."