The wind howled around them, cold and sharp, biting against Sumaya's skin as Ulva dragged her closer to the edge of the rooftop. Her grip was ironclad, fingers digging into Sumaya's arm with bruising pressure. The stadium lights glittered far below, casting a surreal glow on the scene, but all Sumaya could focus on was the terrifying drop just inches from her feet.
"Why are you doing this?" she cried, her voice trembling, barely audible over the wind's relentless roar.
Ulva didn't answer. She only smirked cruelly, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction, like she was savoring the panic dancing in Sumaya's wide eyes. The silence was more chilling than any words could have been.
Then—BANG!
The rooftop door burst open with the force of a hurricane. Ulva flinched, startled by the sudden noise, but her grip on Sumaya's arm didn't loosen. She turned sharply, her smirk vanishing as her gaze locked onto the figure in the doorway.
