You scaled the wall, making it to the top of the balcony. It’s raining, and it’s dark out. The rain caused the railing you were crouched on slippery, and your foot lost its grip. You lurch forward, your face slamming onto the rough yet wet floor. You made quite a noise… Which from inside, a certain owl heard. He sat up in bed, looking over towards the balcony to spot you. He got up and creaked the open, worried, it seemed.

“What in the name of Satan… Are you alright there?”