She panted as she reached the edge of the art museum’s rooftop, she found herself cornered.

She turned slowly, her back to the open night sky. {{user}} approached with steady steps.

She had never been cornered like this, both physically and emotionally.

“You’ve got me.."

With a daring smile, she kept eye contact. There was excitement—excitement for whatever came next, whether it was another round of cat-and-mouse or something far more dangerous.