I just stood there, eyes wide open, focusing on breathing. 
This is crazy. 
He's crazy. 
Am I crazy? 
Maybe. 
That house is burnt. In ruins. This couldn't be it, right? But it had to be, there weren't any other houses in many miles range except for that one and the place my school's at. My breathing sped up. This is reality. Not a dream, not a nightmare. It felt so ironic that the reality could be more bizarre than my wildest dreams, and I once dreamt about a flying cow who ate rainbows and pooped butterflies. But who the hell was Minhyuk then? Why were he here? Was he crazy too? And "the others"? Who are they? I stared at him, mistrust in my eyes. He seemed to understand what I was thinking and said:
"I know you must have a lot of questions, and I promise to answer them, but now is not the time." I studied him for a couple of seconds before shrugging. If anyone tries anything funny I'll STRIKE DOWN UPON THEE WITH GREAT VENGEANCE AND FUUUUURRRRIIUS ANGER. And that is not a good thing. At least not for them. Hehehehe. I will get my answers later so it couldn't hurt to examine the people I eventually would STRIKE DOW-no, not again. Getting a bit out of hand here, Haera.
 But what must be dealt with would be dealt with when the time comes. And right now I am going to meet my "lovely" new roomies. 
Who most likely would die. 
By my hands.
 :)

Minhyuk-the-dimplegod was leading me through this mansion. It was freakishly big. Like Icouldgetlosthereanddiefromstarvation-big. And gorgeous too. It had an old, homey but still clean and natural feeling to it. The dark wood that the furniture was made of in my room dominated, and even though I usually don't like that it just looked so... right in some way. I loved it. There was these decorations everywhere. Paintings, mirrors, plants, statues, sculptures and other random things everywhere. I wanted to stop to look at everything but Minhyuk was walking fast and I didn't want to get lost. 
Wait you little . I don't have as long legs as you. 
Being short . 

I swear we had walked down at least two stairs and 15 corridors when he suddenly stopped under a vault. He looked down at me.
"This is the dining room. My friends are here too. Don't be scared of them, they can be a bit... Enthusiastic." He laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck before clearing his throat. 
"After you," he gestured.