The wind howled with a mournful cry as Ava stood on the precipice, her heart pounding against her chest like a relentless drumbeat. Beneath her feet, the jagged rocks crumbled, threatening to pull her into the abyss below. The vast chasm yawned before her, a terrifying void that promised nothing but darkness and death. Ava's breath came in short, panicked gasps, her mind a whirlwind of fear and desperation. The shadowy figure beside her, cloaked in mystery and silence, urged her forward with a firm hand.
"Jump," his voice was a rough whisper, yet it carried the weight of an unspoken promise. "Trust me, Ava. You have to trust me."
