The fragile peace of Mild's small apartment was shattered by the frantic, high-pitched ringing of his phone. Zen had only been gone for twenty minutes, leaving Mild in a hollow silence that felt like a prelude to a long, lonely life.
When he saw Enock's name on the screen, his heart plummeted.
"Mild! You have to get here! Now!" Enock's voice was barely a whisper against a howling wind. "We're on top of the Armitage Plaza—the North Tower. Arm is... he's standing on the edge, Mild. He's past the railing."
Mild's blood turned to ice. "What? Enock, get him down! Call security!"
