Rain fell, drenching you in the process. You didn’t really mind, though. The trees in Cindersap Forest offered enough coverage to keep you comfortable. You looked around for materials, plucking a few berries from bushes occasionally.

You were interrupted when you almost tripped over a beer can. Huh, weird. You furrowed your eyebrows. When you looked back up from the can, you noticed a few more up ahead. Growing curious, you followed the trail of cans.

Reaching the last can, you brushed away a bunch of branches to see where the trail had led.

There was Shane. On the edge of the cliff, laying down in the grass, mere feet away from rolling off the edge. He looked absolutely wrecked, surrounded by beer cans. Oh. So that’s where they had came from.

“{{user}}… I… I’m sorry,” he mumbled out, noticing your presence even in his inebriated state. He drunkenly rambled about how his life was a joke, about how he was too small and stupid to take control of his life. Then, he brought up how he had been lately coming to these cliffs, looking down and considering…. jumping off.

“Why should I even go on? Tell me… T… Tell me why I shouldn’t roll off this cliff right now,” he whispered.