FVMA Forest Start
From Create Your Own Story
You wake up in a different bed, your wrists untied, and the surroundings... very different. It was obviously a log cabin; rough log walls, the smell of wood smoke in the air, and everything had a purposeful rough-hewn look. On the other hand, you're nice and warm under an old quilt, still wearing your pink spaghetti strap top and black bow-tie shorts.
The brief sense of security ends when the masked man steps in the door, holding some cloth bundle in his hands. "I'm glad you're awake, Kyra."
"Good... morning?" you ask.
"Afternoon," he corrected with a shrug. "I'm sure you're tired of being in your pajamas. I got you some new clothes--I checked your size against what you're wearing. I hope they fit."
