Alyra stood there with her back firmly leaned against the balcony railing, that cold metal barrier that stood between the open sky above and the gardens two stories below, the only thing separating her from a fatal fall, the only structure offering any physical resistance to her body.

She was leaning back precariously, her body angled as far away from Jungkook as the small space of the balcony would allow, her hands gripping the cold metal railing with white-knuckled desperation, searching for support and stability, searching for any possible escape route even though she knew intellectually there was none.