Danielle's gaze shifts upwards from where it just was, locked
on the invitation that she received to this mansion. She
raises an eyebrow, unsure of whether she is at the right
place or not. The invitation says a beach house, but this
one seems too nice to be the living quarters. She shoves
the paper into her jeans pocket, walking up to the mansion
hesitantly. She walks up to the door, giving a hard knock against
it. Without hearing any response, she twists the doorknob
and opens it, walking in. The interior is as beautiful as the
outside, she quickly notices, "Anyone here?" She calls out.
Once again, no response.
She bites her lip, casting her
eyes towards the large staircase. She climbs it slowly,
hearing the soft creek of the stairs underneath of her
feet along with the faint sound of waves crashing against
the beach. Her backpack bumps familiarly through her
shoulder-blades. She walks into the first room that she sees,
ignoring the rest of them that line the hallway. She drops her
backpack onto her bed, her muscles practically sighing in relief.
She walks outside, back into the hall, "Hello?" She calls out
once again. She is met with an eerie silence, and realizes
that she's the only one there. She decides to unpack her
belongings, decorating the room the way she likes. She
makes it resemble her own
bedroom at home. Once finished,
she makes her way down the stairs and waits
for someone else to arrive.