"Well, the rest is up to you, kiddo. I'm just here to make sure ya got here and get back, aight? The guy's gotta be in the house, so good luck getting into that mess." As... encouraging as that was, he meant well. Patting Omoi on the back, he shoved her forward and waved to her.
The house itself was exactly what he called it: a mess. Most of the ceiling had collapsed into the fire-eaten boards below, causing a handful of the wreckage to accumulate on the front porch, which left the front door inaccessible. There were two other entrances into the ruined property and neither were particularly difficult to find. The back door was locked but accessible, and the cellar doors were unlocked and perhaps the safest, though longest route into the house.