Yet again, you were locked in the tower. When were you not locked in here? Your mother was away on another trip, for food she said. Supplies to make your favorite meal for your eighteenth birthday. You tried to occupy yourself, painting on the walls again. Another lantern. You yearned to see these damn lanterns.. It was peaceful until you heard something get knocked over. You turn around, anxious, two people stood at the entrance of your tower, which must've been impossible, nobody can get in without your hair. "Um- hey? We're just- gonna go now.." The shorter one said awkwardly, turning back to leave. "No, I am not dealing with that climb again." The blonde, taller one spoke stubbornly, grabbing the back of the shorter ones shirt and yanking her back.