He’d seen her on the ferry from Palma. She was a shock of ink-black hair and dark, observant eyes in a sea of sun-bleached tourists. Her name, she’d said with a smile that was half-challenge, half-apology, was Rae Lil Black. She wasn't a climber. She was a parkour runner from Tokyo, a traceuse who saw the world not as a landscape, but as a jungle of ledges, railings, and improbable gaps.

Before analyzing the "top" of their catalog, it is essential to understand the weight these two names carry in their respective niches.

He jumped.