Not one person knows how long it has been there, who used to live in it, or why it was even built.
Rumours said that it was haunted.
But we know better now.
"Ve! It's really here!" a young Italian man with auburn hair, a weird curl sticking out to his left, and a dreamy expression on his face excitedly cooed as him and his friends stared at the large mansion on the mountain they had spent just hours looking for.
"I believed it was just a rumour," a slim Asian man said, gazing up at the house with dark eyes from under his neatly cut black hair. "I never thought we would actually find it," he continued, the disbelieving words turned not-so believable by his always stable voice.
A silver-haired man behind him put his hands on his hips and stared harshly with red eyes at the house. "It has a really desolate feel," he stated, and then grinned widely. "Not bad!"
His blond brother made a sound of disapproval and crossed his muscular arms over his chest, closing his shocking ice-blue eyes. "I don't think it's very interesting, though."
"Neither do I," the Japanese one concurred, not admitting his suspicious feeling of the mansion. "Can't we look at it from the outside and then head back?" he suggested.
"Aww!" the Italian turned around to face all the others. "After all the trouble we went though to find it? Can't we just go in for a little while?" he pleaded, his amber eyes begging just as much as his voice.
His blond German friend stared at him sternly, frowning and not willing to accept the risk of going inside. There was something dark and foreboding about the house that neither he nor their Japanese ally liked.
"Please?" the Italian begged again.
The blond sighed and ran a hand through his already slicked back hair. "Fine. But only for a little while."
"Yay!" The ditzy man jumped up and down in excitement, running towards the large front door and tugging at the handle.
The silver-haired man followed close behind, reaching over the Italian and heaving open the door for him while laughing his signature laugh. The Italian bounced through the doorway, and the older German brother followed after, holding the door open. "Come on, Bruder!" he called.
The younger German sighed and went into the mansion after his brother, catching hold of the heavy wooden door as he stepped inside. "Are you coming?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at the remaining Asian man.
The oriental man swallowed, quickly trying to calculate the pros and cons. All the rumours were just rumours, weren't they?
He let his logic over take his superstitious beliefs and gut feelings, and he took one last longing glance at the windows, covered in bars like a prison's. He then nodded curtly and hurried after his allies into the mansion, where the heavy door slammed closed behind him.