Inside Veena's house, Tyler and Tansy immediately felt as if they had stepped into a junkyard.
Every inch of the place was crowded with objects. Broken toys were piled into crates near the walls. Rusted pieces of furniture leaned against one another as if they had been dragged here from different houses over the years. Wires tangled across the floor like vines, connecting strange electronic devices that blinked faintly in the dim light.
There were old lamps, cracked screens, small mechanical parts, and stacks of clothes hanging from improvised racks. Some of the dresses looked unusually colorful for Sector 11, as if they had once belonged to people from somewhere far richer.
Tyler and Tansy stepped carefully through the chaos, making sure not to crush anything beneath their feet.
"Careful!" Veena's voice echoed from deeper inside the house. "Some of those things still work… sometimes."
