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You run to the tall treehouse, despite feet being sore.
But with desperation, you did everything for survival.
You climbed, getting on those winding stairs, going up.
You get on the platform, finally.
You go over to the door, knocking it gently.
After what seems to be a minute or so, the door opens to a taller blonde man who seems older than you.
He greets with a smile and offers you to stay in his home abode.. of course, you doubt, but it's better to stay here than outside. You walk in, you sat on the somehow comfy couch, he goes to his kitchen.
You realized you haven't asked for his name, and he seems so familiar, you wait for him since going in other rooms is rude without permission.
He finally came back with a cup of... Some reddish coffee I guess, you thought it was poison but it didn't kill you.
Well here the opportunity, you thought.
"What's your name by the way?" You asked curiously.
"Names Bryce! Bryce striker" He said in some sunshine tone." Your mind froze and your heart was pacing, why do you feel like this? You try to remember... No clues, it's like it had been reset, wow.
"Uhm, so how you got here?" You said to the blonde man.
He took a moment of pause and replied "Oh that stuff doesn't matter anymore... Well what's your name?"
"Well its-" you get interrupted by a sound of a footstep on the roof... Looks like women do get interrupted in the middle of sentences/ref.
"That's nothing!" He said casually somehow.