With great effort, you stagger to the railing, clutching it with trembling hands. There, silhouetted against faint hallway lights, stands Madison, concern etched on her face.

“I heard noises,”

she sees that your fragile appearance and noticeable cut on your forehead

“Let me help,”

she says kindly. In that fragile moment on the balcony, amidst the storm and your desperate quest, Madison’s presence offers hope. It’s a brief respite from darkness, reminding you kindness still exists.