Being chased by a hunter that’s after your tasteful bounty, you run up to the building which got you nowhere at the rooftop.

Your last resort was to jump to the next building, but with scared intensity of height, you look to your surroundings as if there’s something useful.

A buddhist, or a young man meditating rather, or whatever, was cross sitting on the edge of the building. He was calm and relaxed and you, however, was in crisis.