Raizen's other hand shot out.
His fingers caught the railing, closed and held in the last possible moment.
His body swung - momentum carrying his legs past the edge, one boot kicking over nothing, the full weight of him anchoring himself from one arm and a wooden bar that groaned under the sudden load.
He hung there for two seconds. Then three.
Then he pulled himself back. Slowly. One arm, one grunt, boots scraping against the platform's edge until he found stable footing and hauled himself over the railing onto solid wood.
He landed on his knees. One hand still on the rail, the other pressed against his face. His eyes were wide. Wider than they'd ever been. His breath came in short, ragged gasps that didn't carry enough air.
He didn't understand what he'd just seen.
But whatever it was, it was now carved into his mind.
