Slowly, carefully, Ashley shifted her steps, letting them herd her toward the cliff's edge. She feigned panic, her movements unsteady, as if she were truly cornered with nowhere left to run. Step by step, she drew them closer, tightening the illusion.
Then... at the last possible second—
She "slipped."
Her body tipped backward, vanishing over the edge before they could react.
It was a gamble.
Below, jagged rocks jutted through the water like teeth. One wrong angle, one misstep, and she would be torn apart on impact, resulting in instant death.
But that risk was part of the plan.
From their perspective, no one could survive that fall.
So she let herself drop, trusting the deception, trusting her luck, for once, hoping it would finally be enough.
