Four days ago I had joined be my own will a charity group called the RFA. First impressions? It seemed fine, nothing dangerous. Second impression? Everyone was nice and willing to help me. Third impression I learned of the friendly relationship each person had despite some differences. And finally, I think I'm ready to put some effort into this charity. Though I had been given the task of finding groups to attend the party I wasn't actually sure how to go about it. The other members had given me some contacts and recommendations and without a grasp on what was going on I said yes to everyone. That night, on the fourth day since I had joined, I was talking to Seven and V who had news about the party date. That was around 11:15. Seven and I chatted for a bit after V left and shortly after Seven left the chatroom. Before I could click out my phone screen began to fritz and suddenly felt very hot. Incoherent words and symbols ran down the chatroom the sender Unknown. There were only three strings of messages that actually made sense. "I am going to corrupt you." With that the app crashed and my phone automatically reset itself. I picked it up by the sides with two fingers placing it on the cold bathroom counter. It was blazing, alarmingly so. I watched as it struggled to turn itself on the loading icon circling and circling and circling.

That was not normal. At least my phone never did that before no matter what I was doing and opening on it. Reluctant I decided to leave it there hoping it would fix itself. Meanwhile I walked over to the computer opening the emails from the potential guests. It was late and I didn't actually want to be stepping around fuses afraid of saying the wrong thing and losing a guest for the party. There was a lot on my shoulders and I didn't want to let these nice people down.

Time passed and after pursuing on the computer for a while before I noticed the time reading 1am. Okay that was around two hours for the phone to do… something. Walking back to the bathroom I picked up my cell, now feeling cold, and clicked the lock button. My familiar screen lit up and quickly I input my password and let out a sigh of relief. Everything was fine, no corrupted files, no deleted files, nothing. Opening the messenger app I noticed Jaehee had been on recently. I read through her messages, a strange email had been sent to her.

I felt a feeling of fear began to form in the pit of my stomach. She was concerned saying she would send it to Luciel for further investigation. Was that a good idea? What if it contained a virus? Suddenly a rush of exhaustion overtook my body. With a loud yawn I washed my face and went to bed.

It will be fine. Nothing is going to happen.

That morning I noticed Zen's chat seeing he had received the email himself. As I made myself some breakfast I noticed Jumin and Yoosung were logged in.

: Good morning!

I typed in as I flipped the bacon.

Yoosung: Hiya! How are you today?

Jumin Han: Good morning.

: Good! I heard about the emails. Did you two get one?

Jumin Han: Yes. It had the same logo and quote that Assistant Kang's and Zen's had. "Mint Eye, Our paradise. The place where everyone's happy. The magenta of dreams and hopes."

Yoosung: Ugh! That's too creepy. Paradise? Magenta? Mint Eye?

Jumin Han: It is strange. I believe it's just spam, however we must wait for Seven's findings. I'm to cut this short but I have a morning meeting right now.

: Okay! Have a good day and tell Elizabeth 3rd that I said hello.

Jumin Han: Yes I will tell her. Good day.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom

Yoosung: Argh! I hate all this fear. I didn't receive an email…but uh…I haven't been on my email lately cause the spam is just too much.

: I didn't either. Maybe only some of us got one. We haven't heard from Seven yet so we'll have to see.

Yoosung: T_T . Okay… ! It's already this late?! CRAP I have an exam today! Im sirryu! i have t gip!

It was just me left in the chatroom. I stared at the screen waiting for what happened last night to happen again. But it never did.

POP

Startled I looked at the bacon the grease popping everywhere. "Ah damn. You're going to start a grease fire." I turned off the stove and grabbed a paper towel cleaning up the grease that had splattered against the stove clock and counter.

"System on."

I looked up.

"System off."

It was a female mechanical voice.

"System on."

"System off."

"System-system-system-system"

The words kept repeating over and over for twenty straight minutes, and no matter what I did, no matter how many times I called Seven it wouldn't shut up. I tried to leave the apartment but all the doors were locked.
"System-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ooooooooooon-n-n-n-n-n-n…"

There was a loud screeching noise, like rusted gears grinding against a chalk board. It rang louder and louder making me fall to the floor in agony as I covered my ears wishing for it to stop.

"System on."

Then it all stopped. All was quite. My ears were ringing and I could feel a headache forming in my temples. There was a sickeningly sweet smell wafting in the air, almost like lavender and something that I couldn't put my finger on. Grunting I stood up feeling my body slump in exhaustion. I glanced at the stove thankful I turned it off before all hell broke loose. I glanced at my phone noticing the screen was lit up. Seven was calling, my ears were ringing so bad I couldn't even hear my ringtone. "Hello?!" I could feel myself screaming. "Ugh I need to open the window. This smell is so gross." Is staggered to the couch leaning against it heavily.

"…"

"You know what Seven I can't hear you! There was an alarm that went berserk going from system on to system off. It was torture. I think it lasted for twenty five minutes. Finally it just stopped and said system on. I think I need to buy…a bird…just no way to understand." I paused poking my ears trying to stop the ringing. "You know I'm gonna.." I dropped the phone. My whole body felt heavy as if I were made of nothing but cement. I felt myself fall to floor like a broken puppet. Through heavy lidded eyes I could see black boots walking up to me. A hand with a spiked wristlet reached down and hung up the call. The hand then reached for my arm, picking me up like a rag doll. I could hear a sweet voice. So calming and inviting.

"Welcome to paradise."