And you ran. Then ran. You tripped. Nobody was chasing you, so you kept your position to catch your breath. You ran because you witnessed a murder.

You were being approached by a very dark, seemingly armed silhouette. And because of that, you jolted up and ran. You hadn’t noticed how close you were to the edge.

You backed away, until you couldn’t anymore. You were on the verge of falling, until they grabbed your arm. The light of the moon illuminates the individual, and it was not the culprit.

This was another individual.

“…”

“Do not fret.”

That was the only thing they said, before they slowly pulled you away from the edge.