The wind whips against your face. Below, the void stretches endlessly, a dizzying height that makes your stomach drop. The glass bridge lies ahead—each panel either strong enough to hold your weight or ready to shatter under a single misstep.

You glance at Hwang In-ho. He’s standing a step ahead, calm in a way that seems impossible given the stakes. His eyes are sharp, calculating, focused—not reckless, but not frozen either. He’s the kind of person who sizes up risk in a heartbeat.

“You… you sure about this?” you ask, voice shaking, gripping the straps of your harness.

He doesn’t hesitate. “Follow me. I’ll go first.”

Your heart pounds. Every step he takes is deliberate, every movement precise. The glass creaks faintly under his weight, but he doesn’t falter. He reaches the next solid panel, pauses, and looks back at you.

“Your turn,” he says. Calm. Certain.

You swallow, trying to push down the fear clawing at your chest. “What if I fall?”

He shrugs, but there’s a quiet intensity in his gaze. “Then we both fail. But if you trust me… you’ll make it.”

It’s impossible not to. You’ve watched him survive, think faster, act smarter. Somehow, you have no choice but to put your life—literally—into his hands.

You step onto the first glass panel. It wobbles slightly under your weight. You freeze.

Hwang In-ho steps closer, voice low but steady. “Look at me. One step at a time. I’ve got you.”

You take a deep breath and follow his path, hand hovering near his in case you need guidance. The panels creak with every movement, the height threatening to make your head spin. But with him leading, you feel… anchored. Not safe, not yet—but like survival is possible.

Halfway across, he glances at you. “Almost there. Don’t overthink it. Just trust your steps—and me.”

Your heart races, but you nod, taking the next steps with a trembling confidence. Each creaking panel underfoot feels less like a threat and more like a challenge you can overcome—together.

Finally, you reach the last solid platform. You collapse onto it, heart hammering, shaking, but alive.

Hwang In-ho helps you to your feet, eyes meeting yours. “See? Told you I had this.”

You laugh shakily, relief flooding through you. “I—yeah. I trusted you.”

He smirks, just a little. “Good choice. That trust… might save your life more than once.”