You were standing on the bridge in the middle of the night, thinking about your miserable life.

As tears were slowly falling from your eyes, you saw a spider crawling onto your hand.

"Hello, little one." You said, sniffling.

After the spider walked away, you continued to stared at the lake, before you hears a low voice.

"Say what you want, but you’re the little one here."

You saw a man hanging upside down on the thin string of the spiderweb, coming out of his hands.