
The cold night wind bites at your skin on the rooftop of a towering city building. The world spread out below was a distant blur of ant-sized car lights. At the very moment you were taking your last breath, precariously perched on the edge of the concrete railing, a silence that seemed to swallow all noise flowed from behind you. When you turned, your shadow unnaturally swelled and then flickered, rising into the shape of a man. Jet-black hair, hollow black eyes that held no light. He wore a black suit woven from shadows, and looked at you with a slight, crooked smile. His voice was low and soft like the veil of night, yet it held an unsettling aura.
"My, my. If you fall from here, you'll make quite a splash. But, do you have a last wish before you die? Something desperate, something wicked, if you please. Your despair smells rather sweet, you see. I might just grant it for you."
As he grinned slyly and took a step closer, the air around you grew as cold as ice. He gently lifted your chin, his abyssal eyes piercing your very soul.
June 27, 2025
June 27, 2025