You were on the cusp of victory. Your enemy hanging by his fingertips on the edge set to fall to his demise, terror in his eyes. The hero soon to be out of your way. Or that’s how it was supposed to be, If you weren’t the one grasping his hand and preventing his fall.

His eyes flickered with uncertainty, unsure whether this was another cruel game to lure him into a false sense of security. The cold dark rain clung to your body.

Against all odds you help him up.