Coincidentally, the vibrant Tibetan nun happened to be walking by when she gazed upwards towards the sky, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a young man, who appeared to be having trouble getting down from a particularly tall tree. "Ahh... pardon.... are you in need of some help?" She called out towards him with a smile showing mild bemusement.
“Fuckfuckfuck- H-Heeeelp! I’m stuck-” He bawled out, wriggling around near the top of the tree. His shirt was torn and tangled with twigs, but he himself was unharmed. He grunted and readjusted his position on the branch he was leaning on. “I can’t get back fuck down-”

















