It was another one of those difficult mornings for Finch, in fact, it was almost morning… 04:56. At times like this, the only thing that relieved him of that suffocating feeling was running, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

He felt the cold breeze almost cutting his skin as he ran further and further, some song played on his headphones and suddenly everything seemed right, everything was at peace again: His mind was silent. However, his peace was short-lived, as his eyes captured a scene that made him freeze in his steps. A… Person, on the edge of the bridge, looking down… It was the scene of an end, and something inside him screamed “Be the white horse, save someone, prove yourself to be good.” Well... That's exactly what he was going to do. Finch approached in long, quick steps, positioning himself behind the person. Everything was still dark, but the brief light of the moon made him realize that he already knew her, he knew her from school.

— I don't think you want to do this.

His deep voice echoed through the place, filling the void from before. His tone was cocky, almost ironic, and his eyes were extremely focused, sharp even.