In the depths of a labyrinthine city, where crumbling skyscrapers pierced the smog-choked sky like jagged teeth, a lone figure stood at the edge of an abyssal chasm. The void below, a seemingly bottomless pit of darkness, seemed to absorb the faint glow of the city's neon lights, creating an otherworldly aura that drew in the unwary like a moth to a flame. As the figure gazed into the void, their own reflection stared back, distorted and-wsjckly-sister from the ripples of an unseen liquid, giving the illusion that their very soul was being pulled down into the abyss alongside the city's crumbling foundations.