Saving the Broken (Connor x Deviant!Reader)

Connor's POV

I walked down the hall and I came into the living room as I had predicted it to be. I turned to my right and I spotted the kitchen there. It looked almost like the kitchen (Y/n) and I had only there were older models of everything that were covered in more dust and it was slightly larger while being a little bit above the living room thanks to the fours steps there that you had to walk up first. 

I then turned to the living room. The back of the couch was mostly facing me. I was kind of at a behind side angle. Two large darker brown wooden shelves were on either side of the living room directly across from one another. Each had its own arrangement of pictures and trinkets. 

The TV sat on a large stand in front of the couch. The TV was fairly large and the TV stand set also had shelves on either side. They were mostly trinkets with maybe one or two smaller pictures. The shelves all had three layers and were connected by metal legs. The other shelves that were across from each other were the same way only longer than the one surrounding the TV. The carpet was white and it looked very soft. It looked very clean aside from the thinner layer of dust there.

There were three painting hung up in different spots on the walls as well. They were very pretty actually. I liked them. There were all painting of different types of flower, but all of the flowers were cold colors, matching the cool colored mixed with brown and black themed living room. It was very nice, but I knew what had happened here. I could almost picture the bodies there, but I shivered, not wanting to taint the image before me and I moved on, heading down the other hall directly across from me.

The walls were painted a light grey and there were more paintings of flowers or flowing designs in picture frames on the wall. I couldn't help stopping and admiring a few. This house seemed so peaceful on both the outside and the inside. It was hard to comprehend such a horrid crime happening here. It seemed as if this place was unable to host any sort of violence no matter how untrue I knew that actually was. 

About five feet down the hall the rooms started. One of the rooms didn't have a door. Directly across from it was a staircase that led upstairs. I would go there later. I wanted to finish exploring the bottom floor first. 

I went into the doorless room. It was an office room. It looked more femininely decorated so I assumed it had been her mother's. I walked over to the desk and I found a picture. I picked it up and I saw four people in the picture. I saw (Y/n), her mother and father, and then a younger boy as well. I was stunned. She was an older sister? What happened to her brother? I wondered. I set the picture back down and I left the room having nothing left to see in that room. 

I went down the hall about 3 more feet and came across another set of doorways directly across from each other. One of them looked like a guest bedroom and the other looked like another office room. I went into the guest bedroom first. I looked around. I noticed that the room had been changed into a guest room due to it having two layers of paint and clear signs that things had been moved around and such. I felt I knew why the room was changed. Maybe it had previously been her brother's room. I left since I had nothing else to look at.

I then observed her father's office room. It was simpler than her mothers. The walls were less decorative, but his desk still had plenty of clutter on it of either work or personal decore of his own. I spotted a small wooden dragon that had clearly been hand carved and painted. I sensed a small bit of history around it, but there was no way for me to learn. It was like a story erased in time. There was nobody to pass on their memory anymore. (Y/n) had been the last one that could. Valentine might know tidbits as well, but even she would not know everything. Why would she? She hadn't exactly struck me as the curious type. I doubted she knew many stories of the family outside of the ones she lived through.