"...you'll have to make a choice first. I've heard about the looming lawsuit from the recent incident."
The offer hung in the air, tainted by the implication that Ryley's career resurrection was contingent on a decision that would require him to sacrifice another life.
The weight of despair bore down on Ryley like an oppressive force, his silent journey back to his apartment only amplifying the deafening echoes of his shattered world.
The emptiness in his gaze persisted, a reflection of the desolation that enveloped him.
Within the confines of his dimly lit apartment, the night seemed to drown him in sorrow.
The oppressive silence was only disrupted by the muffled sobs that escaped him as he crumbled against the cold wall.
His back slid down, hands burying his face, as if trying to shield himself from the cruel fate that had ground him to dust.
Why had his world crumbled so suddenly and mercilessly?
