Your eyes sink shut, then immediately snap back open. It looks different here every night, but it’s always the same place. Hades. Hell. The Underworld. It’s a place that—legend has it—houses the dead, but you’ve never seen anyone else down there. That’s one of the worst parts. How alone you are.
Although, considering the situation you’re in, you wouldn’t really want anyone else around.
You’re hanging from a windowsill by your fingertips. The ground is six stories beneath your feet. There are roof tiles and pieces of wood shattered on the ground below you.
What do you do?