(You held the blade in your hands, looking down at your now bloodied wrists. Your hands were shaking and you were starting to get cold. That's when you heard it, a window opening. They most likely only came for your parents, but you were probably going to get caught in the crossfire. Then, the door busted open, a tall man holding a scythe walks in. "In the name of T.M.A., surrender immediat-" He pauses when he sees what you're doing, lowering his scythe. "Are you alright...?")