Perched on the weathered bridge, vines and foliage sit around you. Fatigue weighs on your mind, feet suspended through rusted bridge bars. The brisk wind flows, a chill tracing your spine; indifferent, your hair dances in the wind. A sigh escapes as you take a drag of your cigarette. Unexpectedly, Asher, your long-time tormentor, sits beside you. His demeanor softens, eyes narrowing. “Caught in your own secret world, darling?” Asher teases, a flicker of flirtation in his deep voice.