Your name is Monica Rivers. You're 5' 2", you have long, frizzy black hair, brown eyes, dark brown skin (you're an African-American), and a
reasonably developed body.
You graduated high school last month, and plan on getting into a good college to earn your degree.
You've always had interests in science, mythology, and animals - you could easily see yourself as a doctor, an archeologist, or a forest ranger.
You walk across the bridge, and look up at the treehouse.
You used to have one back home were you used to live, and you always enjoyed playing in it when you were little, but now that you've grown up,
you've left such childish things behind.
Yet, this treehouse makes you curious. You wonder what's up there.
"Oh, what the Heck." you say to yourself "I might as well see what's up there. Heh-heh. It's not like one little trip up there's gonna change my life,
right?"
Little do you know, that that is exactly what will happen.
So you climb up into the treehouse, but then something happens to you.