The girl swifty lies down and covers herself in the covers. Could it be her? It couldn’t be, right? Certainly the girl is far enough away. Certainly she hadn’t followed the girl all this way. The girl takes a deep breath. Of course it’s not her. That noise, or rather that voice. It didn’t sound anything like her. It was too clear, too high pitched. 

The girl peers out from under her bed sheet and looks back towards the light. The voice likely came from there. She decides it would be unwise to leave this unchecked. Whoever’s there could rob her while she’s asleep. The girl gets out of her bedroll, and grabs the knife out of her backpack as a safety precaution. She steps out into the brush, navigating her way towards the light. As she gets closer, the light becomes brighter and the sound of the rapids seems to crescendo. Curious, she takes a look at the river. The water is flowing faster here. She looks down the river to her left, and notices there’s a waterfall. It towers above the canopies, over twice the height of the trees. The cliffside it rides is rather sheer. The waters tumble off its cliff and down towards the river's jagged rocks, shaped through centuries of weathering. As the girl marvels at the grandness of the waterfall, it is also clear that this is where the light was coming from. Decorating the cliffside were wooden platforms built at various heights on both sides of the falls. Some were connected by rope bridges, others by rope ladders, and a few simply by ropes alone. The platforms are lit by oil lanterns. The girl looks back towards the light she saw. It hung from a post at the base of the cliff, right next to a ladder up to one of the platforms. It is the entrance. She thinks this place would make a great place to rest. Much better than the earthy ground. It seems there are some buildings on a few of the platforms. Perhaps one of them was a bedroom. The girl runs towards the ladder and starts to climb up it, but pauses halfway. She had certainly heard a voice earlier. Someone probably lives here. Should she risk meeting this voice, or play it safe and go back to the ground? She’ll take the risk, she decides. She could protect herself if something went wrong. That’s what the knife is for.

The girl continues up the ladder, finding herself on the first platform. There isn’t a whole lot on this platform. A coat rack, a hat rack, a shoe rack. She looks around for a way to another platform. There isn’t any obvious connection. She inspects the edges of the platform, looking for more ladders or ropes. While looking, her foot catches something and she nearly trips. She looks down at the ground and sees a faint bit of fishing wire. A tripwire. She hears the sound of a bell coming from above her. She has accidentally set off the security system. She freezes. Should she run away or wait to see what happens? Before she could reach an answer, she saw a figure on a platform opposite of her. The figure grabs something--a rope--and jumps off the platform holding it tight. The rope swings over to the platform the girl stood on, and the figure leaps off and lands near her.