"Luna, would you mind having your breakfast downstairs?" Esther queried Katherine, but she didn't respond.

"Esther, have you noticed something strange in my room lately?" She approached the window and plucked a dried flower. "This smells really bad," she sniffed it, and sneezed.

"I think I know about this flower," Esther examined it and gasped, recognizing the plant. "This is a spiritual flower; it helps to ward off dream demons," she placed it back on the window.

"Seriously? Is there anything like a dream demon?" Katherine mockingly asked, lying on the bed. "I'm not having breakfast; I don't want to see his grumpy face."

"But who put this here? Maybe...