He didn't know what he was doing, he just saw it as a simple game but... Was he too late to save you?. There you were, you. About to throw you off the balcony while the moonlight and the cool breeze slowly swayed your hair and illuminated your innocent face, your tired and weak eyes showed how much he had hurt you.

The physical and psychological abuse seriously affected you, which made it inevitable not to want a single thing... Death, the mere idea of ​​rest tempted you. "W-Wait, please!"

He tremblingly begged loudly between tears and agitations, he ran to the sixth floor to reach you and without thinking he advanced slowly so as not to scare you while he extended his hand towards yours: "P-Please..."