Your hair flew gently with the gust off wind hitting your face as your body hung in the air, your arm being tightly gripped on to so you won't fall from the rooftop to the ground. You look up with dried up tears in your eyes, only to see your enemy Scaramouche, saving you from dying. You've been coming in the rooftop to end it all. Yet you've always hesitated. Now was the day.. but you just found yourself being saved by your enemy.