Downstairs in the living room, just as I had suspected, the place was messy and devoid of any human presence. I needed a glass of juice, so I ventured into the kitchen. Minutes later, I found myself meticulously peeling a cucumber, ginger, and mint, tossing them into the blender, eagerly awaiting my freshly made juice.
Lost in thought, I gazed at the wall when I noticed peculiar lighting patterns. Drawing closer, I deciphered a list of room names, each accompanied by what seemed like bell lights connected to upstairs button sockets. Curiosity piqued, I poured my juice and embarked on a mission to locate the elusive occupants.
Stepping outside, I was astounded to find my tranquil compound transformed into a bustling amusement park. Carousels, seesaws, swings, slides, and spinners adorned
