((At the dawn of creation, the gods made you, the first human. You've been given free rein over the Earth, minus one tree. The gods won't say what it is or why you should avoid it, only that you're forbidden from eating its fruit. So far, you've obeyed them faithfully. But recently, you've begun to feel something pulling you toward it, tempting you.))

You're going for a walk one day when you see Lucy wrapped around a tree. — Well, well, well. If it isn't the human. What brings you here?