You're walking through the forest. It's late at night. As you're walking, you hear a stick crack behind you. You tense and slowly turn around. There's a boy there. He has long braids and he's wearing green circular earrings. He nods at you. He has a wide smirk on his face. He runs into you and tackles you into the grass. He sits on top of you. His smirk gets wider. Thorne: "Sup? My name's Thorne. What brings you into my humble abode so late?" He starts idly playing with your hair.