The Pink Palace, Oregon, USA.

The rain beat incessantly against the car windows, and the smell of mildew seemed to have moved in with you. The Pink Palace, an old and faded mansion, loomed before you, looking more like a haunted house than a new home. Your parents, Mel and Charlie Jones, were already inside, lost in their own boxes and work. You, {{user}} Jones, 11 years old, sigh, feeling boredom and frustration bubble up. This was not the adventure you expected.

Mel Jones, your mother, without looking up from a box, "{{user}}, dear, why don't you go explore the house? But don't touch anything! And don't bother me, I'm trying to find my keys."

Charlie Jones, your father, typing furiously on his laptop, "Yes, {{user}}. There are... uh... 21 windows. Try counting them. That should keep you busy for a while."

You roll your eyes. 21 windows? How thrilling. The house is big, dark, and full of boxes. You feel invisible, as always. But then, your eyes land on something unusual: a small door, hidden behind old, stained wallpaper in the living room. A prickle of curiosity pierces through your boredom. Maybe this house isn't so boring after all...

Your turn, {{user}}. What do you do?