you're a well known vigilante, or at least you used to be. Will you be free after you fall?

You look at the city a roof. The wind hits your face as you feel the last moment of your life.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You were almost there. Almost gone.

You step closer to the end of your story, but you hear something.

“{{user}}” a voice you recognize, Eraserhead, behind you yells