They took a short flight and then travelled the rest of the way by car. “Are we going up to the old Jung Compound?” Kyungsoo asked.

“That’s right.” Julian said, “It’s been closed up for over 18 years.”

“Then why are we going there?” Minah stopped typing and joined in the conversation.

“Because I’ve finally decided to sell the old place,” Hoseok said. “I wanted to show you kids the place before I signed the papers.”

“What’s so special about it?” Minah asked.

“The last Golden Quill competition took place here remember?” Kyungsoo shook his head at how dim his sister could be.

“Ah, this was the place?” Minah put her phone away and glanced out the window, “It’s so pretty. Do we have to sell?”

“The place has a lot of negative energy.” Hoseok said, “I’ll explain when we arrive.”

They turned off the main road and travelled for half an hour before the large concrete walls of the compound came into view.

“It’s spooky.” Minah shivered as they hopped out the car. The driver handed them their jackets from the boot and they gratefully accepted them. It was misty and a light drizzle fell continuously.

“It’s still beautiful.” Kyungsoo murmured as they walked up to the gate. Julian unlocked the gate and they walked through.

“This place has been in our family for more than century.” Hoseok told the kids, “It was expanded over the years. The last expansion was completed when I was a child.”

“It doesn’t make sense to let go of something so important to our family.” Kyungsoo admitted his thoughts. “It's still well maintained.”

“There’s a personal reason,” Hoseok told them more about what happened during the last Golden Quill competition. How Woo Minjae and Yerin had held them captive.” The kids already knew the story but they didn’t know what happened when Hoseok was a child.

“When I was a kid we would come up here all the time for holidays. At the time, there was a groundskeeper who had a daughter. Her name was Saya and over the years I grew fond of that girl. I saw her at least twice a year. As we grew older, my feelings developed and so did hers.”

Minah was enthralled with the story. It was hard to think of her father being so romantic. They hardly saw their pare