KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Yuki raised her hand and knocked on the door, as she stood in front of her best friend's house, the sound echoing faintly in the crisp morning air.
She was currently in the Organization. It looked like a small village. Houses, small and rustic yet sturdy, clung to the branches of massive, ancient trees, their wooden frames weathered but cared for. About twenty of them hung at varying heights, connected by narrow ladders that creaked and swayed with every step.
Beneath the treetop dwellings, another cluster of houses formed a circle, their walls adorned with climbing vines and small, blooming flowers. In the heart of this circular formation lay an empty lot.
