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"You're sure about this?" his dad whispered, looming like a mountain as he unlatched the lid. "The world is... big, Leo. And fast."

Leo pointed to the neighbor’s house, where a massive oak tree’s branches nearly touched the roof. "The Johnson's have guest Wi-Fi. I'll be fine." tiny teenage free

Leo adjusted his custom backpack, made from a repurposed GoPro case. He gripped his grappling hook—a heavy-duty paperclip tied to dental floss. "You're sure about this

He stepped onto his father’s palm. The ride to the open window felt like an elevator to the clouds. When they reached the sill, the scent of cut grass and car exhaust hit him—visceral and electric. To anyone else, it was a suburban backyard. To Leo, it was a sprawling, emerald jungle full of monsters and mysteries. And fast

The glass box was exactly one cubic foot, and for Leo, it was home.

Should Leo encounter a in the backyard, or should we skip ahead to his first discovery in the "wild"?