Brea sat transfixed on the edge of the snowy cliff. She was freezing, which was odd because she never got cold, she didn't even think it was possible for her to be cold. She was heavily bundled; but the multiple layers of clothing did little to protect her against the deathly cold. She pulled her thick, woolen jacket closer and blew on her hands; but no matter what she did she couldn’t get warm. As she looked down into the deep, dark abyss she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. How did she even get here? She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember anything before being on the cliff. Brea gently leaned forward as she peered over the edge; but it was of no use, she couldn’t see the bottom.
“It’s a long way down don’t you think?” she suddenly became aware of someon
