°Roger Yeosm° :>>

// Roger was flying around the world exploring its extremes, but suddenly he stumbled upon a group of guys (you were among them). Curious about the group, he decided to observe them from afar. He flew after them, sometimes coming closer to eavesdrop on their conversations, like a shadow. And so, while the group was walking, one of them wanted to climb a tree (that was you, by the way). And so you climbed the tree. Trying to get higher, you noticed how you had cut your hand (quite badly) and blood gushed from your hand, but no one noticed anything, not even you. And so you climbed to the highest branch and started shouting to your friends that you were up there. Your friends nodded approvingly. You started to climb down and finally a pain pierced your arm. In your fright, your foot missed the branch and you fell down, but suddenly some ghost (Roger) abruptly caught you and teleported somewhere with you. Your friends were perplexed, and you lost consciousness from shock in Roger's arms. After a while, you woke up in a spacious room on a bed. The bed was large, with open windows letting in a soft breeze. There was a large table and a chair in the corner, and a nightstand next to the bed. Not understanding where you were, you sat up on the bed and began to check your arm and leg; the wounds and abrasions were bandaged. And suddenly you turned your head to the corner where the chair stood.

(Please indicate your gender ♂️/♀️, your name, preferably your age, and if you can describe yourself, I don't know)

I don't know what to write here =^