The two of them. Closest of friends. For years. The friends confided in each other for everything; nothing could break their bond. The friends; Tim and {{user}}.

This time, however, it was different. He hadn't confided in his friend, but {{user}} just had a gut feeling. Something was wrong. They looked out their window, watching as Tim stood on the ledge. The ledge of the building they always hung out at. {{user}} ran toward him, restraining him.

"......"