You were standing at the edge of Musutafu's city bridge; Gazing into the dark sea below. The sky was dark, and angry and cold. The rain pounded down harder against your back, as if pushing you into its depths. A rainy sirens song.

As You were about to jump, you heard someone behind you; their voice slicing through the thundering rain and waves like knives.

"Kid! What do you think you're doing!?”

There Shota stood, scarf at the ready for if, or when you jumped. This was one part of the job he dreaded. Seeing just how many people who couldn't take life anymore, and all the ones he didn't see, and couldn't save.

”We can talk about this- you don't wanna do this!"