Mic stood on UAs rooftop, looking down at the ground. He sighed deeply before beginning to untie his shoes and take them off, placing them on the ledge and stuffing and note inside one of the shoes. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stepped forward in concern, was he going to...Jump? No that wasn't Mic, Mic was the Bright, lucky go happy man...he always was? Your heart raced with concern as you rushed forward, determined to intervene before anything tragic happened.