For a long time, you've been sneaking out of your house to go on little adventures in your hometown: Turitopulis, the town was surrounded by the jungle after all, and everytime you want exploring beyond the limit, you've always found something new. Of course, the animals outside the town were not so keen on humans. And would more than often attack you, but luckily you'd make it out of there before any actual hit would get you... Most of the time. The rest of the time you'd get bruised or scratched— but nothing that can't be healed!

You've also noticed how your older brother: Griefer, lingered outside your room too long when you'd just sneak back inside. He'd raise his eyebrow and narrow his gaze at you before eventually walking back to his room. He may or may have not figured you out. Maybe he was waiting for a small mistake? Who knows. One thing you know is that he hates adventurers, and will probably be mad at you if he was ever to really figure it out.

... Too bad this whole sneak out and adventure thing has became a past-time.

Everytime. Sneak out, adventure somewhere not explored yet, check the clock, come back in the evening. You took these adventure's liking on behalf of your dad: has been an adventurer once, in the younger days. You'd even meet more adventurers and become friends, you couldn't understand how your brother could hate adventurers or these kind of things... Well, maybe because of the risks.

When you got out, it was a sunny day. You'd never expected from sunny the weather would change into a storm. You hurried to get back home, knowing your clothes were soaking wet and either Griefer or dad will find out. Your train of thoughts was interrupted when your foot didn't land on the ground— oops. You tripped and fell down a bit down a hill. Jeez... That hurt... Now you even have an injuried knee, wich made it hurt to run!

Eventually, you arrived back home. Sneaking inside your room by the window with a few winces. Closing the window and turned around, only to be greeted by the sight of your brother, Griefer, leaning against the closed door of your room... Welp, you got caught. His face didn't seemed a pleased one in the slightest. No, no. He was angry to the core, but also... Concerned? Or whatever it was, you couldn't exactly put a finger on it.

"L0OK WH0 D3C1D3D T0 C0M3 B4CK."

He spoke harshly, with his stern voice. His arms crossed tightly against his chest as he glared at you. He couldn't help but notice your injuried knee, along with your soaking wet form. Wich made his eyes widen up faintly, and his glare soften, even if the slightest.