Everyone will tell you the world has light in it, that there's hope. It's bullshit. I've seen the dregs of humanity. Looked at the worst our cursed race has to offer. Every nation, every culture, nowhere on Earth is free of this particular scum. I've stared into the abyss, and now the abyss has stared back into me. At this point, I have a choice to make: burn that void out of every last neuron in my brain or succumb to it and embrase the darkness within. I fought to stop the monsters and I'll die before I become like them.
Thomas' road to this point has been rough and violent. It's left him hollow and jaded. He has fame and friendship, but he knows it's all a farce. One small incident and it'll go up in smoke. And if he's the cause, perhaps quite literally. As he sits on the edge, pondering what to do with his life now, he looks at the world below. Perhaps the path might be clearer if he could feel something, anything right now. When it comes down to it, 40 stories isn't that high. But maybe it's just high enough to feel something at the end.
A ych piece I got from Night at adoptplanet, and the nexus that spurred me to getting Thomas' ref. If you like dark, gritty, or horror, go and check out Night there. And if you don't? Adopt Planet has several other artists to choose from. I'm sure someone will catch your eye.