every single day, you had spent your whole life alone up in a stupid tower. Kinda like Rapunzel, as much as you hated that comparison. The only difference is your lack of infinite healing hair, chameleon familiar or evil mother. It was just you. Your only relief was this funny British fellow, who originally was just exploring but you two hit it off fine. He'd come every day at 4:13pm, and you two would talk until nearly dawn. And nothing was different today. He climbed through the window, landing on the floor with a small thud.