(Can’t update the map at the moment.)
Eikka checks out the remaining room: This dust-choked room contains a slender bed, a night- stand, a small iron stove, a writing desk with a stool, an empty wardrobe, and a rocking chair. A smiling doll in a lacy yellow dress sits in the northern window box, cob-webs draping it like a wedding veil. From outside the window, she hears a soft mewing sound.
Back in the kid’s room...
Rose, sighs. Well, our parents locked us in here, telling us they were protecting us from a monster in the basement. I guess they forgot about us or died, because we couldn’t get out and starved to death.
Thorn perks up at the suggestion of music.