[Blanca was never there. The cats are inside, with cat food, receipts and shopping bags in the trash to look as if Ash had just tended to it the day before. The caviar leftovers are in a dish, the stored food less well presented, set more as if Ash had made himself a mostly vegetarian dinner or breakfast. His paintings have been set in the painting room, facing the wall, with a stack of handwritten papers beside them, likely fetched at the same time.
As expected, it's clean. There's no trace of the bed being used, no lingering scent of any of his cologne. Other than the cats having more vigor than they used to, coming to the door when he arrives rather than cowering in whatever room they were last in, it's normal.]
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As expected, it's clean. There's no trace of the bed being used, no lingering scent of any of his cologne. Other than the cats having more vigor than they used to, coming to the door when he arrives rather than cowering in whatever room they were last in, it's normal.]