[ WP ] You wake to find your child 's bed empty . A lone note on the sheets has been left behind . It reads , `` The Piper has been paid . ''

The Piper, she'd hired *the Damn Piper*... 
 I stared at the crumpled piece of paper, scrawled on one side with crayon, a picture of a happy home, starkly contrasting the clipped handwriting on the other. 
 The Piper... a mercenary specialising in the kidnapping of children. Notorious for holding hostage an entire generation of a town for lack of payment. The whistling wolf. And he had my children. 
 Dark thoughts swirled in my head as I stumbled to the living room. Damn her to hell. The court had decided, and she had been cut loose. But no, she had to win, resorting to *this*. 
 Our son was safe, at least; she'd never harm a hair in the head on her precious princeling. But my daughter would never be safe with her nacissistic stepmother. I found out about the abuse from my son: the housework, the beatings, the rags all the while putting on an illusion of a doting mother. That witch. 
 I grabbed the phone and dialled a number I never thought I'd have to. 
 `` Hello, Woodcutter? I have need of you. My children... thank you. And there's a Wolf that needs skinning...''
