“Do not enter“ is written on the doorway of your treehouse. You hid in it every single time after having a bad day. And your birthday wasn‘t an exception.

You were crying in your treehouse after no one even dared to remember your birthday. Your best friend, Atsushi, would mostly remember, but he wasn‘t in school today. Suddenly you heard someone knocking softly on the door of the treehouse

„{{user}}…?“ You hear a soft voice ask, Atsushi.