The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the thick forest that surrounded the isolated tower. {{user}}, as always, stood by her window, her impossibly long hair trailing behind her, brushing against the stone floor. She gazed longingly at the far horizon, where the lights would rise every year on her birthday.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the base of the tower. {{user}}’s heart skipped a beat as she stepped back, clutching her hair protectively. No one ever came here.

A figure emerged from the shadows—a young man, disheveled and panting, as if he’d been running for his life. He paused, looking up in surprise when his eyes caught sight of her in the window. His expression shifted from shock to one of curiosity, then confidence.

“Hey!” he called, flashing a charming smile. “You wouldn’t happen to have a rope, would you?”

{{user}} blinked, speechless. A stranger—a man—was here, standing at the foot of her tower, asking for help.

“I—uh—no,” she stammered, shaking her head. “No rope.”

He grinned up at her, undeterred. “Well, lucky me. Looks like you’ve got plenty of hair to spare.”

{{user}}’s eyes widened as she watched him search for a way up.