“{{user}}!”

You wake up. Christina is standing by your bed, she has black streaks of mascara on her face, and tears are rolling down her cheeks.

“It's Albert,” she says. “Come.”

You rush out of the sleeping quarter’s together, Christina holding your hand tightly. Outside some of the other aspirants stand by the edge of the cliff, suitably spread out so that you can slip past.

Over at the edge, two men are hoisting something up from the water. A thump could be heard as it hits the floor, and pale arm, swollen with water, lies limply there besides the body.

Albert...