I walked around the mansion.

This place is huge.

What do the rooms look like? I love a good room.

I entered one. Beautiful plants decorated the space. Banana plants, elephant ears, small palms, and a small bonsai tree in the corner.

I love this place already.

I knew this was going to be good. Just like every year.

Every year we would just follow Mother Jiu to somewhere. Like her little ducklings.

I'm the youngest one.

Outside my window was a large weeping willow. I watched as crows flew in and out of it.

I heard the doors open downstairs.

The footsteps sounded like Jiu's.

Of course I knew everyone by their footsteps.

I heard Sua running downstairs. I ran as well, skipping steps as I went.

A spider in a jar. Cool.

Wait, it was actually really beautiful.

I wanted to touch it.

But that's a bad idea.

The spider was amazing. But I wanted to keep exploring.

There was a photo of the seven of us on a dresser. I don't even remember when that was from.

There was a magnifying glass. Cool, I guess.

There's a lot of mirrors everywhere.

I walked into a library.

It was surprisingly big. I didn't even expect one in here.

Books were scattered around the ground. Someone's been here.

Whatever.

It's bed time, anyways.

I walked upstairs to my room. I was the first one to lay down.

The bed was comfortable. A soft, cooling sensation.

I pulled the string and turned the desk lamp off. Even the lamp was aesthetically pleasing, bathing the room in a golden glow when on.

The plants helped me relax.

I noticed hanging pots of draping vines.

I saw Siyeon and Sua walk past my room.

Soon, the main lights turned off. I could still see the plants.

I drifted asleep. The plants seemed to enter my dreams too.

My dreams turned black. I felt a strange sensation over me.

It didn't feel good. It felt like something's taking over me.

In my dream, I was falling.

I hate the feeling of falling.

But I was falling.

Falling to an infinite depth below.

Falling...

Falling...

I think I screamed.

I could barely hear myself.

I think I might've let out a throat-ripping scream.

And then it stopped.

I opened my eyes.

But all I could see were roots.

Tree roots and vines forming a large barrier around me.

The large weeping willow from outside my window was extending its roots into the room.

I couldn't escape.

Is this a curse?

I desperately began ripping the roots apart.

I needed to get out before it trapped me in.

I felt layers of layers of tree branches snap and break, the vines ripping and tearing.

Why is this happening?

Maybe I shouldn't have chosen this room.

But the falling...

I ran downstairs and ran outside. I needed some fresh air.

Every vine I saw seemed to be getting me.

I ran back inside. I wanted to avoid these plants.

I saw the jar with the spider. It was dead.

Burned, more specifically.

What is happening? Who did this?

This was not going to be a good vacation.