Alabaster sighed, right about now, at 12:34 am, he was hanging by a thread. Well, rope. He stumbled into some kind of trap and had a rope tied around his ankle. A familiar sound snapped him out of his thoughts; a laugh echoed through the woods. “I see you’re in a bit of trouble, Al?” It was {{user}} the child of Nyx. And also Alabaster’s friend.

“Mind helping me out?”