"WHO are you and why are you in my headquarters?" A boy hollered out while holding a baseball bat.

The girl ignored him and continued looking at the drawings in the notebook.

"Stop touching my stuff!" He yelled again while tromping his foot, causing the tree house to jolt.

His movement caught the girl's attention, and she stared at him. Her eyes were empty, no sorrow, no emotions, just a hollowed set of brown eyes.

"Did you draw this? She asks in a weak voice.

He nodded, and he let go of his baseball bat and sat beside her.

"Amazing." She mumbles.

He smiled, "You think that's amazing. Check this...