{{user}} was standing on the ledge of a bridge that sat above a pool of shiny water.

The wind played with their clothes and hair, as well as playing with the water.

Sal had a straight face as she stood behind {{user}}, her hands out. Sal's hands gave {{user}}s back a little push and they suddenly fell off the bridge. She watched them fall to their death in the water.

She snickered and continued on with her day. However, your spirit lurked behind her, aching for revenge.