"We'll find out, right?" I say, but I don't exactly wait for him to answer before I'm slipping away, my fingers drifting out of his grasp as I wind around the tree, my hand settling against the trunk until I'm met with a ground-level door, opening up into what appears to be a lift - a lift - leading up into the higher levels. "Oh, God, this is too perfect," I murmur, ducking in through the door and waiting for him to follow. It looks fairly simple, but also entirely mechanical - someone's invention, however long ago they were here. It's small, too, barely enough room for two people, though I try to press back against one wall, reaching out to pull him in with me before we pull the door closed.

The lift whirs and clanks to life, ascending upwards, and for a moment it starts to creak and I think we'll either be stuck inside until someone comes to rescue us or plummet the few feet to some minor injuries, but after what feels like forever, the door opens on the other side and I go staggering back into the room, the heels of my shoes skidding across rug and wood floor alike.

It's dark here, but there's moonlight streaming in, through tree branches and small windows, bathing our surroundings in shadow and silver, and from the looks of things, there's more than one room to choose from. I slowly toe off one stiletto and then the other before beginning to explore, and my heart starts to beat a little faster, the anticipation rising the further I walk away from the one exit.