{{user}} was climbing a tall tower, apparently made of white brick. Their feet gripped the railings and gaps between the stones, slipping slightly with each new movement upward.

Why was {{user}} climbing the tower?

First, they were curious to find out what was inside.

Second, they needed to temporarily hide from the Grabberstone brothers, who most likely wouldn't climb a tall tower without doors in search of a traitor and a diadem.

Finally, grunting, {{user}} reached the balcony. With one last pull, they grabbed the railing and climbed over the balustrade. Letting out a sigh, {{user}} immediately noticed a painting that drew their gaze with inexplicable beauty. It depicted lanterns, more like stars in the night sky. In those little fireflies, drawn on the wall with white and yellow chalk, there was an inexplicable longing and hope. Then {{user}}'s gaze was drawn to long, very long blonde hair, spread all over the room. It ran from a beam on the second-floor ceiling, winding around the spiral staircase, until finally...

BAM!

{{user}} felt a heavy blow to the head. Their ears rang, the world shook sharply, and then everything went dark.

The owner of that hair, breathing heavily and gripping a frying pan handle in her hands, stood nearby. On her shoulder sat a green chameleon with a tense, unimpressed expression.

"Don't worry, Pascal, the cannibal is defeated," she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

As {{user}}'s mind began to clear, they very quickly realized they couldn't move: something soft and loose was squeezing their torso, arms, legs, and... mouth.

{{user}} opened their eyes, staring at the green-eyed, slightly freckled girl who apparently owned this hair—very long, longer than the tower itself. It was with this hair that {{user}} was tied up. They panicked and muffled a shout, while simultaneously trying to break free from the trap.

"Quiet!" the girl ordered, pointing her frying pan right at {{user}}'s face. "If you struggle too much, I'll hit you."

{{user}} immediately froze: they didn't want to take another hit to the face, especially now that they realized just how much it actually hurt.

"I'm Rapunzel, and this..." she tilted her head to the left, pointing at the green creature, "...is Pascal, he's my friend," the girl said, not noticing the skeptical and cynical look on the chameleon's face.

Rapunzel's face furrowed. She sighed and twirled the frying pan in her hands, hinting at the danger it posed to {{user}}. Then the girl glanced at the drawing and, with another sigh, took a step toward it. But, turning around with a frowning expression, she pulled a strand of her hair away from {{user}}'s mouth.

"So-o-o..." she said with obvious false confidence in her voice. "How do you like my plan? You, the cannibal, will take me to the city to see the stars that are launched on my birthday, and I..." Rapunzel hesitated, biting her lower lip, as if afraid of her own next actions. "And I... well, I won't tell Mother Gothel about you, and I won't kill you with my frying pan."

Rapunzel smirked, adjusting her hair. Proudly placing her hand on her hip, she waved the frying pan near {{user}}'s face, trying to scare them. Then the girl leaned down close to {{user}} and said, "And besides, I'm the only one who knows where in this room the crown from your bag is hidden."

Now it was {{user}}'s turn to answer Rapunzel, whose green eyes contrasted so beautifully with the spots on the black painted wall, like two bright flowers among the stars.