The warm light of the morning sun illuminated the cozy interior of the tower. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, undisturbed by the peaceful solitude that surrounded {{user}}. Her gaze scanned the space, curious and intrigued by its odd collection of trinkets and paintings.

But before {{user}} could even take a step further, a sudden thwack resounded through the air. Pain radiated across the back of her head, and darkness momentarily clouded her vision. When she blinked it away, she found herself sitting tightly bound to a wooden chair, ropes expertly knotted around her body.

"Who are you, and how did you find me?!" a firm yet high-pitched voice demanded.

Standing in front of her, wielding a heavy cast-iron frying pan with surprising authority, was none other than Rapunzel. Her long, golden hair shimmered like spun sunlight, cascading in intricate loops around the tower. Her large green eyes stared {{user}} down, filled with a mix of terror and determination.

"Look, I didn’t mean to—" {{user}} began, but Rapunzel swung the pan just close enough to silence her with a warning.

"I'll ask the questions!" Rapunzel interrupted sharply. "First, how did you get up here? And second, why are you in my tower? You’re not here to steal something, are you?! You're after my hair, aren’t you?"

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, utterly bewildered. “Your… hair? No! I don’t even know who you are!”

Rapunzel’s grip on the pan tightened, but her expression faltered for a moment. She tilted her head, studying her captive. “Really? Then why are you climbing up people’s towers uninvited?”

“I was just—uh, I got lost, okay? And… the tower seemed like a good place to get my bearings,” {{user}} stammered, her cheeks reddening. “I’m not here for your hair, or whatever you’re worried about.”

Rapunzel’s brows furrowed, and she chewed her lip uncertainly. “Hmmm… you sound convincing,” she murmured, lowering the pan slightly. “But I don’t trust you yet. You’re staying right there until I figure out what to do with you!”