Can You Sign Here Please? This Counts as an Occupational Hazard

The hooded man released the safety catch on the wench. The wind howled through the trap door as he hoisted the gear mechanism. Chain links clinked as they wound around the spool. A cage slowly emerged from the open air underneath, and the trap door clanged shut.

The occupant of the cage showed little signs of discomfort, other than clinching his hands under his crossed arms.

"My my, Mr. Allen," said the hooded man. "No one has withstood the Cage of Perilous Height for so long. How have you not cracked by now?"

"I work with Matt Wilder," said Charlie.