"Enter, stranger, but take heed   Of what awaits the sin of greed,   For those who take, but did not earn,   Must pay most dearly in their turn.   So if you seek beneath our floors   A treasure that was never yours,   Theif, you have been warned, beware   Of finding more than treasure there."   -J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone   It was well past midnight, probably around 2 o'clock. Lacey was wide awake, unable to go back to sleep. At around midnight she started to go crazy with doing nothing so she decided that giving herself a manicure would be the best way to pass by time.    By the time her nails were perfectly filed and painted, she heard the faint noise of floorboards creaking under something's heavy weight. Or maybe someone's heavy weight.    Blowing her still wet nails, she carefully tiptoed her way to the door of her room and opened it slowly. She looked around the hallway, the doors were closed, but there was someone lurking around.    "Jongdae? Why are you up?" She asked quietly. The thunderbird froze in mid step, a deer-in-the-headlights expression on his face as he turned to face the red haired girl.    "Um," he started. "My lips are really dry right now. I was just looking for a bathroom to wash them."    "Dried lips, huh?" Lacey mused, an idea in her head. "No, hold on. I got something for you." She walked back in her room. She looked through her vanity table for something that could help Jongdae. I bought it, like, four days ago, where did it go?    "What are you looking for?" A voice whispered in her ear.    She jumped up from the voice. She craned her head to the side only to see Jongdae's face way too close for her liking. She scooted back a bit and went back to searching. "I bought this Burt's Bees lip balm that you could have for your dried lips. I haven't used it, so it's good."    I swear I put on the vanity...   Or maybe I didn't...    She searched her large wardrobe for the packaged lip balm. Jongdae started to search along with her even though he didn't even know what it looked like.    "You have a lot of clothes and shoes," Jongdae commented, his tone seemed a little out of focus. "Such nice fabric too..." He gently touched one of her silk dresses.    "...Did you... Have a lot of nice clothes, Jongdae?" She asked him.    "Yeah, but they were my performing clothes. I didn't have the luxury to use these kinds of clothes all the time." Jongdae said. He sounded... Almost jealous.    "Performing? You're a performer in Exo?" By now, Lacey had stopped searching and was now paying more attention to him.    "I was famous, Lacey."    There it goes again with the past tense, the 'was'. Maybe it was because they were no longer in their world, maybe that was why they tend to use past tense. Or maybe it was because of something else?    "Oh, a singer right?" It was a good guess, he always had such a lovely voice and he admitted to having a passion for singing. He nodded, "Yes. I was a singer, a really famous one. Do you want to be famous one day Lacey?"    "Yes," she answered. "But not for singing. I like fashion, I like making clothes, designing them, and jewelry too. I want to be famous for the clothes I make. Most of these," She motioned to her clothes. "Were made by me."    "Fame's not all that great, Lacey." She didn't like the way his voice turned low, she didn't like that dark look that crossed over his face.    "Um, yeah, yeah I know that too…" she said awkwardly.    "There's always a bad side of things no matter how wonderful the thing is. The greater it is, the greater the punishment will be in the end." Jongdae stared back at her with dull brown eyes.    "Do you know how I ended up with my mouth stitched?"   When Jongdae was young, he taken an early liking to singing. He was only two, barely able to talk, but he could still hum. And that's what he did. He hummed alongside his mother as she sang him lullabies and happy songs. It was always the happy songs because who would sing about sad songs to their child? No, no one would because they wanted their child to be happy.    And that's what Jongdae was, he was happy.    At age ten he was famous amongst his village. The thunderbirds loved hearing him sing with his beautiful high pitched voice, it was melodious and could be rivaled against a siren's. Or maybe Jongdae's voice was better. The villagers never complained as they listened to ten year old little Jongdae sing another happy song.    At age fifteen he was already composing his own happy little songs. As usual, his village loved him and his songs. His family couldn't have been more proud of their talented son. His songs had always brought joy in everyone's hearts, but there was just one problem: his talent was only shared with his village. The entire world of Exo had yet to hear his alluring voice.    At age seventeen, he was performing another one of his happy little songs to his village as usual. It was nothing special, it was just one of those days where he would sing to the entire village.  He didn't know that someone from another village was listening to him, he didn't know that the person would go home to his original village and tell people about him.    H