[b]“Gah!”[/b] The cry followed sharp cracks of splintering wood; the damaged building unable to support his weight as he landed on its roof. Without an ounce of grace he fell through the broken rooftop and crashed into the second floor of the small home. Wincing, he brushed off flecks of wood as he tried to stand. 
The floor didn’t like that.
“Fu-,” was all he managed to get out before the damaged floor gave a final groan and cracked under him, sending him down to the ground. “Oof.” Hitting the ground wasn’t exactly comfortable and Araki laid there for a few moments to collect himself, ignoring the cloud of dust and whatnot that settled on him. Oddly enough aside from his breathing, there was actually silence for him to think. As he finally sat up, the smell was enough to make it clear as to why there wasn’t a family screaming at him. 

He left the house quickly from the back entrance that led into an alley. Last thing he needed was somebody throwing the family’s death on him just because he came out of their home. Taking to the rooftops again with a quick leap, he began to make his way towards the Seyour estate again, albeit at a slower pace. The buildings that made up his path were all relatively small, and after that mishap he didn’t trust them to be very stable. His caution proved to be warranted as he came close to breaking through several more roofs on his way. Thankfully they managed to stay intact long enough for him to ease his way off, though they probably wouldn’t lasted for much longer; hopefully nobody would be home when they gave way.

“Well then…” Araki had come to a halt on one of the buildings just outside the Seyour estate. The mansion wasn’t as visibly damaged as most of the buildings in Cykes, but judging from the torn off front doors it had seen its own share of conflict. He dropped to the street below and glanced around before he made his way over the blood-stained stones. Small trails of red led up from the street to the mansion; he guessed some of the wounded had tried to escape from the house. Heading up the steps and past the ruined doorway, he was greeted with the sight of a completely trashed foyer. Directly from him, the entrance to the ballroom had been completely destroyed as if to accommodate something vastly larger and he could see the room beyond was in a similar state. It was hard to tell, given how the smell practically lingered in the air constantly, but there was certainly the metallic tang of blood here. 

Unsure of what to do, he stood around for a few moments before he figured it would be best to explore the mansion further. The damage looked pretty bad, but there was no telling how other parts of the house had fared nor exactly what had happened to the residents. He did bother to leave a sign for ‘Riley’ that he had arrived, as crude as it was. Given the state of the mansion, he doubt anyone would care that he had used one of the still-standing doors as a message board. With a claw he had carved on, ‘Exploring the mansion further. -Araki,’ before leaving it at the front door and making his way deeper into the building.