It was still late at night. This endeavor in the middle of the night was completely useless. Jaerin would go back to sleep until the rest of the night had passed. He'd reawaken when he presumed the sun was shining. He would consider his sleep schedule well written enough to awaken at the correct time of day. As a seadweller working with a rebellion, time was money. Time was everything. Maybe it would matter less as time went by in this cell. He knew he had to escape before it stopped mattering entirely. - This story is interactable! Next: Nope Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1290816235/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1287672045/ (I'm just gonna help y'all out sometimes with writing some new stuff when there's no interractions)
