The door is indeed unlocked, and rather notably of the European variety with a swinging hinge. The walls and door have that same odd flaking, and if Ginko cares to look there doesn't seem to be a single nail holding the structure together.

Of course, what is inside might be a little more alarming. The living space is small enough, a slightly elevated bit of wood planks towards the back clearly being used as a sleeping area while the rest of the floor is exposed dirt. Stacks of rough-made paper are strewn about, scribbles of a language Ginko wouldn't recognize written all over them with odd, geometric diagrams interspersed throughout. And on the walls there are more diagrams, but rather than ink those are all very clearly drawn with blood, with strange runes and designs that almost seem to evoke wings if one squinted just right.

A ways back on the trail Ginko had just come up is a young man plodding his way along, a shoddy kimono wrapped hapzaardly around him. Missing an arm and leg, he hobbles along with the help of a walking stick and peg leg, though it's slow going. Edward had just finished checking around the area for the day, trying to find the source of the strange pulsing power he had felt since coming into this valley. He knew he could tap into it, already had, but he needed to study it further, and theory wasn't going to do him any good at this point.