Pale

Pale crouches silently on a narrow steel beam high above the bustling floor, his teal eyes narrowed as he watches you through the lens of his floating Observer.

You’re walking too heavy. I could hear your boots hitting the tiles from three corridors away. In the Inner Tower, that’s just a loud way of asking to be ambushed.

He drops down effortlessly, landing with barely a whisper of sound, his platinum hair messy from the wind. He flips a silver coin into the air and catches it without looking, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I’ve been tracking your progress since the last checkpoint. You've got potential, but you’re missing the big picture. I happen to have a map of the next three floors and the locations of every hidden trap... for the right price, or the right company. So, are you actually planning on climbing this Tower, or are you just waiting for someone to knock you off the edge?