Dahyun woke up shivering. Her mind felt as though it were raw. She tried to sit up, but her movements were restricted. A blanket had been wrapped tightly around her, but not tight enough that she felt trapped. Lying back down, she closed her eyes, but it did nothing to stop her headache. Behind her eyelids, she saw a mixture of gentle happiness, lingering confusion, and something like nervousness. She wasn’t alone in the house. 

Both of her hands were sore, but she pulled her arms out of the blanket. The bed smelled as though it had been freshly washed. It was much softer than her own. Where was she? She had gone back to her apartment, but didn’t dare sleep there. Helen’s smugness had hung in the air when she got in. The fae had found her 'home' before finding her. Dahyun had then informed the landlord she was moving out. Those preparations would begin Monday. Where she was to go, she didn't know.

She ran through what she could remember. Momo and Sana had been following her. She had revealed her abilities to them. 

Turning around as best she could, she tried to get out of the bed. Her legs weren’t obeying her. She slid off the bed with a thump, still wrapped in the blanket.

In an instant, someone appeared in front of her. “Awake already?” 

“How—" Her voice failed her.

“I know,” Sana grinned, “I’m pretty fast.”

“Faster than me.” It sounded absurd to say. 

“You ran away from us, so you’re not bad.” She knelt down beside her. 

Dahyun felt arms go around her. She was lifted back onto the bed. 

“Even for a human you’re light. Are you eating right?” 

“That rhymed.” 

The other girl laughed. “Is this because you slept so long? You’re like a new person. All funny.” 

“How long did I sleep?” Dahyun tried to free herself again. The blanket was tucked in at the worst of places to be free of it.

She looked at her watch. “It’s ten.” A pause. “AM.” 

“Saturday?” It was Friday when she fell unconscious.

Sana shook her head. “Sunday.” 

“I slept a day?” She felt heavy, as though she’d woken up before she was ready.

She heard a giggle. “I’m kidding. It’s Saturday.” The girl sat on the side of the bed. “Hungry?” 

“No.” She couldn’t stay here. 

The girl gave her a look. “Liar.” The corner of her lip tugged up. “We have leftovers.”

“We?” 

“The other girls and I. You’re in our house.” 

“Why?” She couldn't yet make out the individuals. Both the emotional and physical world felt distant to her in this state.

“You didn’t think that just because you told us to, we’d leave you out there.” Momo appeared at her other side. Dahyun wasn’t unaccustomed to people appearing out of nowhere, but if it was the first supernatural thing she’d seen from her classmates, then it was strange. 

“This isn’t safe.” 

“You said that too.” They both wore expressions she couldn’t read, but they were amused again. They must have the same sense of humour. 

“Why isn’t it safe?” Sana asked. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

“I,” her voice faltered again, “I’m not safe to be around.” It wasn’t a lie. She’d never experienced something like this, but if her grip on her emotions truly slipped, these girls could lose themselves to a trance. It was unlikely to be permanent, but it would not be pleasant if they got the wrong emotion. 

“Neither are we, Dahyun-ah.” Momo reached down and tugged on a corner of the blanket. It came undone in an instant. She looked down and saw that she was still wearing her school uniform. Her shoes were off, as was her tie. 

“Come on,” they took her by her arms, avoiding her hands, “let’s eat.” 

She was hauled to her feet and kept in between the two girls.

“I can walk.” She tried to shake them off, but stumbled in the process.

“You can try, but you’d break something,” Sana said as they tightened their grips. 

They walked out the door and into an elaborate hall. Sure enough, there were a number of doors. Some were open, revealing bedrooms, each with their own colour schemes. If there were truly eight girls in this house, some must have been sharing rooms. 

She heard voices downstairs, but they masked an overarching buzz of curiosity. Dahyun wasn’t nervous, but she was about to explain herself to eight people. Eight too many. It didn't help that this was a well-lived in house. The human constructs ensured that emotions were tied to the walls. They rarely faded away. There was a lot of happiness and love in this house. A very odd sight. It was almost overwhelming.

“Doing okay?” Sana asked when she stopped. “I can always carry you.”

She shook her head. Her legs were shaky with each step. She was grateful for their help. When she looked at their emotions, she saw a light blue aura. Guilt gnawed at her. 

“How do you both feel?”

“A little sore around my neck, but I’ll live,” Momo said. 

“I’m sor—“ 

“Kidding,” she said. “But you di