The afternoon crowd came in waves. Families, school groups, tourists—voices overlapping, footsteps constant, cameras always ready. By then, Milo had already learned the rhythm of it. Noise didn’t bother him. Not anymore. If anything, it drew him closer to the edge. Closer to Arjun. That day felt no different.
Clear skies. Steady flow of visitors. Nothing out of place. Milo was already near the railing when Arjun stepped in. Waiting. Watching. “Alright,” Arjun said quietly, crouching just enough. “Easy.” Milo didn’t hesitate. He climbed up smoothly—arm, shoulder, balance. Settling into place like he had done a hundred times before.
The crowd reacted instantly. Smiles. Soft laughter. Phones raised. A child stepped forward, eyes wide with excitement. Milo leaned slightly, curious, reaching just a little. Arjun adjusted his stance, steadying him. “Not too close,” he said gently. Everything felt controlled. Predictable. Safe.
Then a sharp metallic crash split through the air. Loud. Sudden. Violent. Milo’s body stiffened instantly. His grip tightened. And in the space of a heartbeat— Everything changed.