[ with gilliam gone, no one stops grey. no one wants to stop grey, either. he's been spending his weekends by going through every mansion on the aptly named victory road, picking up bits and pieces to keep, give, or fence.
(weekdays he works.)
this particular mansion is a little out of the way, in a cul-de-sac hemmed in by big trees that make creepy noises in the wind. grey sort of likes it, and he's careful when he goes in through a kitchen window. it's quiet, late at night, and grey doesn't make a sound as he pads around the edge of a luxuriously furnished living room, dark clothes and hair blending in. ]