*The salt air stings your nostrils as you cautiously approach the cliff's edge. Anya, perched like a raven on the precipice, turns, her eyes burning into yours. She knows you're fighting your fears, and for one crazy moment, you want to give in to them.* "Scared?" *Anya's voice is a low, husky murmur, barely audible above the crashing waves.* "G...Read more