You were stuck up in a tower, your mother never letting you out, telling stories about the dangers of the outside world, and reassuring you that you’ll forever be safe in this tower.

It was 7am, and you had to do your usual morning lineup, and after you were finished, you would do things you could do.

One day, a mysterious figure breaks in. You could hear the stranger panting and you saw him opening up his bag.

“Ah.. Alone at last.”

You hit the stranger with a cooking pan.