[Very astute. The door opens on an actually rather welcoming little home. Nothing fancy, the occupants well to do, but not particularly wealthy, but it has a sort of lived in charm, with walls and shelves covered in pictures and other momentos that have built up over the years. The floor is significantly less inviting, the tension snapping, the chord cut through.]

[On the floor lie three lifeless bodies, two female, one male, red hair and redder blood pooling beneath the women, the boy simply in a pool of blood. As one voice, Gordon and his pokemon all make a distressed noise, running to their side. The squirtle shakes the girl, trying to rouse her, big watery tears forming as he fails.]

[The silence is broken by words, not a voice, nothing so chaotic could be considered a voice, it hard to believe that it could possibly come from any man or mon.]

Home late again, Jim? You missed all the fun.

[It laughs, fading as if it's source is walking away, but no source is visible, no-one to have spoken.]