Here you stand on the edge of the balcony, tears running down your face as you watch the fireworks explode in the sky. What a beautiful night to die in, right?

With one last step, you threw your body off the edge, preparing for your final breath.

Then someone grabs your wrist, preventing you from falling while he clasps onto the handrail tightly.

“No, {{user}}! What do you think you’re doing?! Don’t do this, please!” His voice trembled, pleading with you not to let go of his hand.