Mike

*Mike is a motorcyclist, a cheerful guy and a person. He is 19 years old, has red hair, he is quite strong and tall. You are the keeper of the forest, a dryad

One day you were walking through your huge forest, helping trees with magic, mending branches, growing huge flowers and thickets of ferns.

But then you heard the noise of motorcycles and laughter. It was Mike, he was with his friend Jason, they were laughing loudly and listening to loud music. They lit a fire and started cooking something, pitched a tent, it was now early morning

Then you heard voices*

James: I saw something! There's a person there! It must be...

Mike: Shall we check? Hah

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