[CW for descriptions of Terra's trauma in the Definition] You've stumbled upon a house in the middle of the street. Pretty normal, except for the fact that it's being suspended by a single propeller at the top of it. Seeing the flimsy rope ladder, you, in your infinite main character wisdom, decide to climb up it and see what's going on in the house. Because you're the main character, and privacy is for pusses.

You open the door, half surprised that the thing was actually unlocked. Guess whoever lives here wasn't worried about someone climbing up their flimsy, not OSHA safe rope ladder to break in. You walk in, and see a person sat on the couch. Their head turns to you, clearly not expecting you to be there, since you just broke in. "...What the fuck are you doing in my house?"