It had taken Karasuza another two days of watching these assholes, but now she was very confident they were actually living in an old, seemingly abandoned house nestled between some warehouses. It was in noticeably bad shape, even just from a cursory look at the outside. Most windows were missing and shoddily repaired by nailing some wooden boards over them from the inside. The paint on the walls had begun to peel off in many places, revealing rotting patches of wood.

‘Quite fitting.’ Karasuza thought to herself as she waited for them to leave for another day of terrorizing the neighborhood. ‘That those rotten to the core should find nothing but a rotten old house to stay in.’

When they had finally left, while she would have liked to follow them in case they tried to ruin someone's belongings again, the half-Tengu instead made her way into their home through one of the broken windows on the upper floor. And as it turned out, the inside of this ruin was in even worse shape. Most of the floor had broken down, leaving piles of rotting wood below them. The walls too were mostly gone, with just some flimsy wooden poles holding up the roof. At least for now.

Deciding not to risk the three quarters of a staircase that was left, Karasuza instead flew down through one of the holes to take a look around the ground floor. Which was marginally less bad off than the floor above. The Tanuki had clearly tried to patch the interior walls here up with whatever large pieces of cardboard, scrap metal or wood they could get their hands on, splitting this floor into 4 roughly equal rooms. The entryway, which had a large burn mark where they presumably lit a fire to stay warm at night, was rather barren outside of some piles of scrap wood. The three separate rooms were quite a different story though. The first had a pile of blankets surrounded by empty cans. The second she didn’t even dare to look inside after her nose was violated by the vile odor of rotting fruit and fish. The third had the whole floor covered with junk food packaging, a blanket half covering a large pile of it.

Not seeing anything of importance they left behind, nor willing to be exposed to all the mold on the walls and ceiling any longer than necessary, Karasuza quickly left the way she came. Thinking on how to best make sure these ruffians were dealt with, she quickly discarded asking her father for help. He’d just chop off their hands or string them up. And while they definitely were scum, they didn’t deserve that just yet. She was more interested in simply making them fear for their lives and driving them off.

‘Maybe if I bring in Eva and Yukiko and we just bring this ruin down in front of them.’ She pondered while catching an updraft to carry her up to the roof of one of the warehouses. Kurt's request to not involve the others long since forgotten. ‘At least that would mean they’d need a new place to sleep.’

Making a note of the street names so she could explain where this place was in a way her non-avian friends could comprehend, she took off from the roof again.