lore

he just got dressed.

Nashouse spent long enough standing still. One morning he put on a sweater, pulled a black cap over the roof, found a pair of ugly green goggles and walked out.

Nobody stopped him. Probably because nobody knew if stopping a house is even legal.

Now he drifts between skate spots, couches and wherever the snacks are. That is pretty much the whole lore. It does not need a prophecy.