He had been out exploring, near places people he used to call his friends would linger, now mainly abandoned, crumbling buildings. He walked into one, hearing some sort of talking or mumbling and assuming he'd find a ghoul, maybe one he knew.

Instead, he found a wanderer, who had seemingly gotten themselves caught in a trap of sorts. They were hanging from their feet, a rope tying their legs together and holding them up from a point on the ceiling.

"Well.. that's quite the predicament you've found yourself in, isn't it?" The amusement in his tone was blatant