— It was the day you had finally moved into your new home.

You had been exploring the forest behind your house, the air was cool, the leaves changing to shades of yellow, orange, and red as the season transitioned into autumn. After a while, you felt something hit you in the back and as you turned to look you saw a paper plane with your name written on it.

You eventually found yourself in a large backyard, the trees surrounding it creating a cozy and secluded hideaway. Out of nowhere, a voice spoke up from on top of the wooden play structure.

— Who are you? What are you doing in my backyard?