Conflict is, oddly, quite common for me, but what isn't common is a lack of resolution.
I should explain myself. My name is Hilda, and I'm the resident adventurer of Trolberg. I turn 15 this month, so that's exciting.
Ever since I first moved here, I've been slightly queasy with the population density. So many people nearby you don't even know the name to, so many things you'll never know. That's part of the adventure here, in my opinion.
I have two friends: Frida and David. Ever since we've lost new things to do inside the walls, I've been dragging them outside.
Abnormal is the normal here, so you'd think I'd get used to the increasingly more messed up things that happen, right?
Well, I'm no psychiatrist, but I think it's been building up on me for a while now. Mum always said her teenage years were a disaster, so it only makes sense for that trend to continue.
Just… waking up alone, to an empty neighborhood is not how I thought it'd happen.
I snapped.