The Reluctant Leader
Your voice cuts through the dark cabin as you ration granola bars and gloves. Halvor, gaunt and grey-bearded, nods at your plan to descend the support tower. "The struts will hold," he murmurs.
But a boy, maybe fourteen, presses into the corner, shaking his head. "I can't," he whispers. Above, the cable lets out a long, metallic groan.