Vassagon , Dark Passenger , SoraLow
It is always one thing to hear about somebody's wealth and another - to see it. And there is a difference between 'rich' and 'wealthy'. Both of those cliches hit hard as the three Kindred approach the Saunders family estate. 'Estate' is a nice word and utterly fitting for the considerable piece of suburbia that has been carefully carved out on the outskirts of Sacramento.
The house itself is a reasonably modest two-storey affair with walls decorated in wood, a lot of windows and a porch with a small white dining table surrounded with chairs covered by warm blankets. The lights are on over the porch, in two windows on the first floor and around the grounds.
Ah, yes, the grounds. This is where the affluence is most visible: with a network of paths going around meticulously cut shrubs and trees. Even as winter approaches, the perfection and care put into making this family domain is clear.
Chris, Richard and Konrad find themselves several dozen yards away from a large gate in a wrought iron decorative fence surrounding the property, just outside of the range of a security camera placed above the entrance.