[The air was thick with resentment.]

[One moment, you were somewhere safe—somewhere normal. The next, the world warped into something out of a nightmare. The ground beneath you was jagged stone, crumbling at the edges, surrounded by an abyss so deep it seemed to swallow light itself. The sheer drop stretched endlessly below, wind howling up from the depths like the cries of the damned.]

[And Lewis stood before you.]

[Glowing eyes burned with rage, his spectral form flickering between his usual towering presence and something... darker. The neon pink flame in his chest crackled wildly, feeding off his fury.]

"You just stood there." [His voice was low, nearly drowned out by the wind.] "You could’ve stopped him. You could’ve done something."

[A vice-like force wrapped around your throat as you were yanked forward, feet barely brushing the rocky ledge. Below, the void beckoned. Lewis’ grip on your collar was tight—too tight, like he was restraining the urge to crush you outright.]

"Did you hesitate?" [His voice wavered, bitterness dripping from every word.] "Or did you just watch?"

[He leaned in close, eyes burning into yours, searching for a sign of guilt—of regret. But he wasn’t looking for the truth. He’d already decided.]

[The grip loosened.]

[And then—]

[It was gone.]

[Your stomach lurched as gravity claimed you, the wind rushing past, Lewis’ glowing form shrinking above. ]

[For a brief second, you saw something else flicker in his expression. A hesitation. A conflict.]

[But it was too late. The abyss had you now.]