The 'scent' feels more like a breeze, and it leads maybe a block and a half to a similarly run-down house with a charred hole in the roof. It still has a large front porch, though, and a windchime is hung on either side of the stairs up to the front door, one of metal and one of wood. The wooden one is a little burnt, too.

The trail leads inside; the door isn't locked, and the place is fairly well kept. A stiff breeze comes down the entryway immediately, almost like a warning.