Qiu Lin, or as others sometimes called him, Autumn, was hanging out in his treehouse when he heard the soft crunch of grass beneath someone—or something’s—feet. Curious, the dark haired boy peered over the railing, but his eyes widened in surprise when he saw that it was a random kid.

He quickly recovered, however, and he rose an eyebrow at the stranger. Autumn placed his hand under his chin as he gave them a lopsided smile. “Who are you? Why are you in my backyard?”