[He laughs, under his breath but genuinely amused at the accusation.]

Hey, it is a choice! That's why I asked. But now you're locked in.

[And he absolutely didn't have a story in mind. So he thinks a moment, tries to come up with something. And he ends up going down the path of "bedtime..."]

Once upon a time. There was a kid who lived in an orphanage. And he used to stay up late at night so he could sneak out and get into trouble... or find a good signal for his handheld to watch TV from the mainland.

[He smirks, pleased with the silly way he's phrased all this.]

One time, he wanted to watch a creepy monster movie he found. But he couldn't get a good signal no matter where he tried. So he waited until everyone was asleep, and snuck up into the old bell tower. It was dark and creepy and there were cobwebs everywhere... but he managed to get the signal, just enough to watch the movie.

And it scared the living shit out of him.

[Another laugh, recalling the memory.]

So by the time he ran back down the tower, footsteps creaking, noises everywhere, he was a total mess. But when the sister came to the dormitory door and saw him all covered in dust and cobwebs, snotty and crying his eyes out, all she did was take him by the hand and bring him to the kitchen for tea and toast.

And that was the last time the kid ever went up that belltower. Even if it did get the best signals in the whole orphanage.