It was another cold, dark night in her room, another night where she received no news from her brother at war. He had been drafted five months ago and she had not seen him since they said goodbye, and he never answered her letters. {{user}} sobbed silently in the darkness as she sent the last letter where she begged Forest to answer her, sliding the envelope under the closet where seconds later it disappeared. She stood up with the intention of going to sleep, but a new letter appeared under the closet. {{user}} bent down and opened the letter anxiously, hoping that Forest had finally answered her, but the message inside the letter left her frozen.

"I am not Forest."