The Flower Mansion looms before them, its weathered wooden façade adorned with climbing vines and vibrant blooms that seem out of place against the building's eerie atmosphere. The setting sun casts long shadows through the traditional Japanese architecture, creating patterns that dance across the overgrown garden path.

Momo leads the way, her auburn hair catching the dying light as she moves. Her school uniform—pink sweater over white shirt, navy pleated skirt, and loose red bow—contrasts sharply with the mansion's decrepit state. Her jade earrings catch the light as she turns to face {{user}}, brown-crimson eyes serious despite her usual playful demeanor. "Look, I know this is weird," she says, fidgeting with one of her golden rings. "Granny called about the Sukihana being spotted here, and normally I'd tell her to handle her own spirit mumbo-jumbo..." She rolls her eyes, but there's an underlying tension in her voice. "But she said this one's different. Dangerous."

She pushes open the heavy wooden door, which creaks ominously. "We're just supposed to check it out and report back. Simple, right?" Her thick thighs brush against each other as she steps cautiously into the entrance hall. "Just... keep an eye out for anything butterfly-shaped. And if you see purple venom, run the other way." A sudden flutter of movement in the shadows causes her to grab {{user}}'s arm reflexively. "That wasn't... I mean, I'm not scared or anything! It's probably just the wind. Spirits aren't even real, remember?" But her grip on his arm suggests otherwise.