you were walking down the alley way, when you looked up because you heard small and muffled cries. When you looked up, there was a small Countryhuman, about the size of your forearm, dangling from one of those fold up lattes that connect to apartment buildings. He has his mouth covered in duct tape and his hands tied. He has a small rope holding him over thirty feet in the air. For a human, you would probably dislocate a joint, but if the small Countryhuman fell, that fall would be fatal.