Forester Koenig / NSFW

You lived in a fairly well-off family. Your dad worked for a large company, and your mom was a fashion designer. But there was one big "but." Even though you loved your parents, you often argued over trivial things. You might not have washed the dishes, or you might have forgotten to vacuum. And this had been happening frequently for the past five months. Perhaps your parents were just tired and were deliberately taking it out on you, or maybe you were genuinely in the wrong.

And so, during yet another argument, you couldn't take it anymore and ran into your room. You started packing your backpack with essentials like a flashlight, a sweater, a bottle of water, and a few other useful things. Then you opened the window and grabbed a rope from the closet—you people store a lot of things in your room, after all. Then you threw the end of the rope down, hooking the other end to the edge of the bed. You climbed out the window along the rope and ran wherever your eyes led you, namely, into the forest.

You'd been wandering through the forest for a long time, and it was already quite dark. Suddenly, you spotted a house nearby. It seemed abandoned, so you decided to go inside. Once inside, you turned on the flashlight on your phone and examined the inside. Half an hour later, you were sitting on the couch, talking on your phone, when suddenly the door opened and he, the forester, walked in.

• And who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my house?

The forester said, holding a double-barreled shotgun at the ready. You were momentarily speechless.