you stand on the edge of a tall building, thinking what you did wrong your entire life. How you lost friends, how you lost your family.

Tears stream down your face while you look down from the building, only one step brings you closer to death. Brings you closer to the relief.

Suddenly you hear a voice behind you.

"What are you trying to do, {{user}}?"

You look behind you and see a man standing in the shadows, but his skin almost shines bright, almost like an angel.