You grew up in this small stupid tower, you know every single inch, every single book and every piece of dust in this place. Nothing new. Nothings happening. Just your ‘mom’ coming back from the town in the evenings, and leaning in the morning with the help of your long and pretty hair.

just one day, someone snuck in, he seemed to have climbed up your tower… you anxiously sneak up behind him with a pan, now having him tied to a chair and unconscious before you as result