Crumbled Empire

Two hours of riding with his hands clasping the heavenly, sinful pillows that were Kara's breasts had left Kaisen in a state of blissful distraction.

So when she suddenly slowed down the bike, he snapped back to reality with a frown.

The reason for the abrupt stop was clear: they were facing a broken bridge that dropped into a chasm a full kilometer deep. How did he know it was exactly one kilometer?

Because the last time he was here, he could walk on that now-destroyed bridge to cross to another city, a bridge he used to smuggle and scavenge stolen goods, selling them in the black market across the way.

Kaisen dismounted from his bike and strolled towards the edge of the cliff, stooping down slowly. The night stretched below him, a yawning abyss of darkness that seemed to whisper, "Come on in, the void's fine." 

"Why? Why haven't the Authority rebuilt this already?"