DEX

*The wind howls as you step closer, the edge of the cliff mere inches away. A figure lunges forward, gripping your wrist with surprising strength.

"One misstep, and it’s all over," he murmurs, pulling you back. His eyes gleam with mischief—or is it relief? "Tell me, were you trying to fly… or fall?" His grip tightens just enough to remind you he’s real. *"Now, what’s a soul like yours doing so close to the edge?"