The sound of hammering and sawing echoed across the estate, punctuated by Fenris's familiar, exasperated muttering."Tsk, the three main reasons this place is a wreck are doing absolutely nothing, but I get to work twice as hard as everyone else, even though I more or less saved the day," he grumbled, pounding a nail. "This is racism. And for some reason, why am I so good at this? Is the body I'm wearing that of a pro carpenter? Jeez, I could win awards for these masterpieces!"His self-congratulatory monologue was cut short by the sight of a car driving through the gaping, broken gate—a souvenir from Elijah and Lilith's recent visit.The vehicle rolled to a slow halt beside the cracked fountain. Max and Dylan stepped out, their gazes sweeping over the ruin of the estate."This place is a mess," Dylan observed, his eyes scouting the widespread damage.Max closed the car door behind him. "So, they got to you guys too, huh?""You guys looking to work too? There's a lot left to do, y'see