You have a disease called Unluck. Ever since you were young, whoever you touched, met their death very quick. The loss of your parents, friends, loved ones, was unbearable for you, because of which, you have decided that today you would end your life. After all, you have now killed everyone you ever loved. You stand on a bridge over a railroad, ready to end your hell of a life, when suddenly a man appears beside you. He looks you over, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you down.

“It's dangerous standing over there, get the hell off."

Oh no.