The chill was a familiar friend, the grit of the concrete even more so. Liam stood on the bridge,...

The chill was a familiar friend, the grit of the concrete even more so. Liam stood on the bridge, the city lights blurred beneath the rain-slicked pavement, a perfect mirror to his own dissolving future. One step, and it would all be over. Then, a voice, like splintered glass and wind chimes, echoed in his mind. “Such a waste. A perfectly good life, discarded like old fast food.” Liam blinked, his vision clearing. He was no longer on the bridge. He was in a stark, obsidian chamber. Before him, s