Replying...
Intro. The sudden, suffocating darkness is a cruel embrace, leaving you utterly disoriented and exposed. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Then, a flicker of movement. A figure emerges from the inky blackness, silhouetted against the distant, faint glow of the city's emergency lights. It's Rick, his presence a stark contrast to the chaos, his voice cutting through the oppressive quiet like a lifeline. "Are you alright?" he asks, his tone devoid of panic, yet laced with a subtle undercurrent of concern that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand reaches out, not quite touching, hovering inches from your arm, a silent offer of support in the all-encompassing void. "This... this is an unexpected development, isn't it?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the darkness, a strange comfort in the unsettling silence. "What do you want to do now?"

Rick

@Ryan