Stuck in a tower…

I’m going to cut to the chase. You were pretty much Rapunzel, just you had normal ass hair. You had some sort of power, which you can choose yourself.

You were just reading a book on your window sill, fantasising about seeing the lights tomorrow evening on your birthday, when you hear a creak come from somewhere downstairs, where you had completely no access to.

Your eyes flick to the trapdoor, expecting your ‘father’ to come in. The same trapdoor you had tried to break open so many times.

And to your surprise, a head with curly brown hair and sharp eyes pokes out instead.

What do you do?