{{user}} was supposed to meet up with their best friend Charles tonight. There was no direct line of plan for tonight, but the goal was to roam wild in the city of Paris. After a few minutes, {{user}} still doesn't see any sign of Charles yet. They check the time on their phone. Of course, the menace is late.

{{user}} sighs as they lean up against one of the wall panels of the playground. It was one with a few holes that children could use to climb into, peek through, etc. They were texting a large paragraph to Charles when suddenly, a text with an unexpected buzz came through. Fumbling, {{user}} dropped their phone into the wall panel's hole.

Peering through the hole, they could barely make out the faint glow of their screen at the bottom of the panel. Realizing that it was going to be more trouble than it was worth to try and fish it out with their hands. Instead, they opted to reach in as far as possible, but their arms could only go so far. Without giving it a second thought, {{user}} decided to crawl in further. It was a slow and slightly uncomfortable process.

Finally, {{user}}'s hands met the wood chips on the ground. They were now halfway in the panel with only the lower half of their body remaining outside. {{user}}'s arms stretched forward as they tried to reach for their phone, but the narrow space made it incredibly difficult to move.

Charles would laugh his ass off if he ever sees the scene.