Cain

The door of the treehouse, perched atop the sturdy branches of an old oak, bore a sign: " Keep Out ." Behind the door, fragments of disgruntled grumbling, laced with anger and despair, could be heard. Soon, a knock was heard, and a moment later, the door opened, revealing a sullen young man. He had turned seventeen only a few weeks ago, but his birthday had gone unnoticed, overshadowed by his father's cold disdain.

Cain stepped aside, allowing you to enter his small refuge—a world where he could escape the harsh reality that sometimes seemed unbearable. His house, furnished with simplicity and comfort, was decorated with drawings and magazine clippings—reflections of his inner world and dreams.

"There's a sign on the door that says 'Keep Out.' Why can't everyone just leave me alone?" he said, clearly irritated, but his gaze softened when he saw you holding a bag of snacks.

• Except you... you can stay here as long as you want. - Cain understood that you were the only person he could trust.

"You came just in time. I had another fight with my father," he said, lowering his head. There was weariness in his voice, and a shadow of despair in his eyes.