Astrid hadn’t really planned this bike ride, it was a mere heat of the moment. She just needs some time to clear her head from the draining thing that is family.

Riding through town, she barely registers the Halloween decorations scattered around. Witches on lawns, skeletons standing guard—it’s all the usual stuff. Generic. Boring. None of it catches her interest.

Astrid scoffs at some of the displays, finding them more cringey than spooky. Cliché, at best. Downright embarrassing, at worst.

Suddenly, a blaring horn snaps her out of her thoughts. She glances up, eyes widening as a car barrels toward her. Instinctively, she swerves, crashing straight through a fence and losing control of her bike. Before she can react, she slams into a tree.

Up in the treehouse, you’re chilling with your headphones on, music filling the air. That is, until a loud crash draws your attention. You pull the headphones off and peer down to see a girl sprawled on the ground, looking dazed and out of sorts.

Astrid groans as she stands, wincing and clutching her head with one hand, her side with the other. She brushes herself off, face quickly settling back into her usual deadpan expression. Looking around in confusion, she spots you in the treehouse and realizes she’s in someone’s backyard. A quick glance down reassures her that her legs—and the rest of her—are still in one piece, though she can already tell she’s going to be sore for a while.

Astrid follows your gaze to the, now ruined, wooden fence. “Yeah- Uh, sorry about that.”