You nod.

Even though you are afraid of what may happen after this, you nod as answer. You are sure she won't help you leave, nor she will let you stay here forever, even if you pleaded.

She smiles brightly at your response -Wonderful, now come with me- She moves towards the handleless door, and, with a strange hand motion, a golden handle appears on it's right side. You refuse to even try to comprehend what just happened before your eyes. Gracefully, she positions herself directly infront of the tall door and with one swift pull, Ji Yeon opens it. You did not expect her to have such strength. Then, she stands besides the entrance, looking back at you with her signature smile standing proud on her rounded face.

-Please head straight down this corridor, then make a left turn. The third door to the right. Mrs O'Relly is waiting for you- she states clearly. You're glad it wasn't one big explanation, since if that were case, you would not be able to remember half of it. This actually seems simple enough. You'll probably remember it. Hopefully.

You find yourself to be unable to move, perhaps not wanting to confront what awaits you at the other side of this door. You starea at her, expectantly, as if waiting for the grand reveal of a prank. That, of course, did not happen. What did happen was something you yet again didn't expect in this situation. was for her to move closer to you, placing her small hand on your right arm, massaging it slightly. Slowly, she leans into you, pressing her soft, red lips on yours, before whispering into your ear "You can do it".

Taking advantage of your confusion, not wishing to waste any more time, she suddenly pushes you out of the room and rapidly closes the door behind you, leaqving you once again accompanied by silence and unknown surroundings. You sigh, wondering if being alone again is a relief or a nightmare. It is most likely the latter one.

You blink and look around you. You find yourself in a large corridor, the walls are of a warm amber color with four doors on each side, separated by golden lamps but between two doors on the middle of each side was a big watercolor landscape with various tones, a different landscape on each wall of course. Looking down, you discover the floor is made of what you think are marble tiles. You admire for a moment how incredibly clean they are, you literally can see your reflection on them. You soon realize this would a very uncomfortable moment if you were using a skirt since you can clearly see your crotch area reflected on the floor, you thank (whatever it is that you believe in) you decided to sleep in your pajama shorts for a chance.

Ignoring this detail, you walk towards the end of th corridor and find the next passage to be exactly the same as the last. You frown, not accepting this, you look back from were you came from. Not only it did look exactly the same, the only difference being the paintings, but also the door from which you came out of was no longer there. Without thinking twice, you go back to where the door once was. You press your hand on the cold wall; nothing. not a single sign a large wooden door was ever there in the first place.

Defeated, you walk once again to the ende of this hallway and, before advancing further, you stop and consider your options carefully.