DAMIEN
The city stretched out below us, alive and glittering like a thousand tiny stars had fallen from the heavens and settled there, in the vast open.
I could hear the distant hum of life, faint but persistent, like the heartbeat of something greater. Kai leaned casually against the railing, a glass in hand, half filled with white wine.
"What’s the first step to making the masses like me?" I asked, my voice low, trying to mask the edge of desperation that had been clawing at my chest all night.
Kai didn’t answer immediately. He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the city as though the answer was written in the glow of the streetlights below.
“First thing,” he said at last, “is to stop getting worked up about how you are going to do it. You have got to calm down and collect your tho
