don’t be suspicious // @mooncored
it all started with a photograph, a still image that holds but a thousand words of a story left untold. one that would have have made it to her instagram feed after being fully developed in the little camera store in town, yet it didn’t— or rather, it couldn’t. not when, with each frame, a dainty hand found it’s way closer and closer to being the photograph’s centre piece. byeol hadn’t noticed it in the first few frames, more focused on the (literal) bigger picture at hand as she compared which still shot of nature she likes best. but once she saw it, she couldn’t unsee it. and that was what kickstarted her search around the mansion for the intruder, though her initial not so subtle attempts at studying the hands of her fellow sharehouse neighbours earned her quite a few odd stares.
she wouldn’t be surprised if her reputation soon became that one girl from room 029 that has a hand fetish.
while her search has proven to be tougher than she expected, it hasn’t been entirely unfruitful up until this point. she’s begun to notice a small pattern of sorts when she’s making her way around the grounds, a photograph in hand where the intruder’s hand could be seen the clearest (slender fingers, fair skin, a lack of noticeable jewelry, and a clean-kept nail bed). it would appear that every time she steps into a room or she walks through a hallway, one girl would turn the other way in haste. how odd, she had thought the first couple times it happened, brushing it off as bad timing on her part. but then it continued happening, even once in the garden when no one was around and byeol had simply wanted to take a walk for some air. having asked around and after describing said girls appearance to a few others, she lands on her identity: eden of room 016.
so byeol takes the initiative to find out the story that is clearly unfolding between the lines. she takes quick steps from the second floor down to the first, floors creaking beneath the soles of her shoes and eyes locked on the numbered doors before she lands on her target. one light knock followed by one slightly heavier, she isn’t even sure if eden is home but this would be the only way to find out. and she’s fully aware of how ridiculous her situation sounds but that’s shin byeol for you— once fixated on something, she won’t let go. “eden ~” she coos through the door, her voice an octave higher than normal to sound her utmost friendliest. “open up if you’re home ~”