The sky above Fers Domain was a bruised canvas of twilight hues, the last vestiges of the sun bleeding into the encroaching darkness. Rai stood at the edge of the same damn balcony, the cool, unforgiving railing pressing into her forearms. It seemed to be her designated spot, the cosmic equivalent of a therapist's couch, where chaos invariably decided to throw itself into her lap. The wind, a capricious entity, teased strands of her silver-streaked hair, whipping them across her face. She paid it no mind, her fingers absently playing with the rough edge of her jacket, her thoughts spiraling in a dizzying vortex of impending doom.