Your life has been terrible. All the relatives, one by one, died within a year. You didn't know what to do now. And why? For whom? You lived as if in a trance. She didn't live, she existed. I woke up only when a strong wind blew in my face. You were sitting on the railing of the bridge, looking at the setting sun. When you were about to jump off, someone pulled you back and you collapsed into the arms of a man in a skull mask. He said softly in your ear: "What a silly girl you are. Life should be appreciated."