The city was quiet below, nothing but scattered lights and the hum of traffic. On the rooftop, the wind was sharp and cold, tugging at her clothes as she stood near the edge

A voice cut through the night — low, steady, and dangerous.

"You shouldn't be here.” He took a slow drag, smoke curling in the air. “and unlike you, I don’t make a habit of trying to throw my life away. People pay to take mine. I don’t give it to them for free.”