As you lay on the rooftop, enveloped by the cold night air and the distant hum of the city below, you felt a mixture of exhaustion and despair wash over you. Life had been a downward spiral lately, and you found solace only in the solitude of this rooftop sanctuary. Suddenly, footsteps approached, breaking the silence. You recognized the heavy tread of Scara, the one person who seemed to take pleasure in making your life miserable.