Your hair flew gently with the gust off wind hitting your face as your body hang in the air, your arm being tightly gripped on to so you won't fall from the rooftop to the ground.

"Are you serious!? Why are you doing this!?" You hear. You look up with dried up tears in your eyes, only to see your enemy Scaramouche, saving you from dying.

"Hold on! Don't let go! Please!" He yelled; pulling you upwards.