Beth stepped gratefully upon the front stoop of the small, lone building on the edge of the forest. She knocked on the door and waited with baited breath for an answer. Kenji slowed to a stop behind her, but she didn't turn to look at him.
No answer. Beth frowned, and knocked again, this time much harder. With a creak and a wail the door opened. Beth started a bit, shocked that the house was open, before tentatively pushing her way inside.
"Hello?"
The one room--no exits other than the front door--was empty, and decked out fully in a traditional Asian style. She frowned, stepping in further. A sudden gleam caught the corner of her eye and she spun about, gaze narrowing in on the offending object. There was nothing, but growing suspicious, Beth began to feel around the room.
"I saw something over here."
Her hand fell onto a floor cushion, and she would have passed it by if her weight hadn't pushed the material down; causing her hand to connect with something hard. Beth blinked and wriggled her fingers under the soft velvet. The digits pressed against something cold and metallic. Beth inhaled sharply and worked her fingers around the thing, hoping the floor wouldn't give out below her or a cage fall from the ceiling.
She flipped the hidden switch, and a tall wall painting against the back moved with a sudden flow of air, rippling.
She looked up at Kenji and grinned.
"Wanna check it out?"
((OC: I've always been under the impression that the Trick Guy was immortal or something, or at least carrying on a family tradition.))