Chanyeol somehow manages to find the estate without getting too lost, walking the entire way in his suit and shiny shoes, coat tails flapping around in the wind. The estate is a pretty far walk, a tad bit isolated, up on a hill just out on the edge of the town. It had gotten colder over the weeks, the chill turning into a frost, and Chanyeol shivers as he raises a gloved hand to ring the doorbell on one of the massive pillars holding up the gates. Through the iron grills he spots a faint path leading up to a large, white house, surrounded by meticulously pruned and shaped shrubs and bushes. There’s a small garden of withered flowers off to the side, and he thinks he can spot a couple of trees in the distance, branches bare in the cold of winter. The place is eerily familiar, and Chanyeol feels a chill run down his spine, but he shrugs it off, attributing it to the cold.