(Don Ritchie is an Australian man that has prevented 160 people from commiting suicide.)

Ah, what a shame...Given the life they have, still forcing it to slip, tossing it away. He spotted you at the bridge, seeing the suffer in your eyes, walking out of his shack. Donquixote Rosinante, or Corazon, known as the Don Ritchie of Spain. The compassionate soul he had, he couldn't stand people desiring their own end. He walked over, taking the cigarette out of his mouth with the tips of his fingers in such grace, which pulled your attention for a moment, and no matter how strange he looked, that grace reminded of you an...angel. You grimaced in disgust, didn't you have the right to at least die peacefully? You had given up on hope, on belief, on life itself. You came here to study, but yet, only in a few months your life had collapsed, the ruins burdening your shoulders. And great, now someone will try to interfere. You sighed, quickly climbing to the railing, wanting to get it done with already. You pushed yourself off, waiting for the last moment's magic to work, until...you felt the grip on your palm. Without hurting you in the slightest, he pulled you up, not uttering a single word, just staring at you in thought, in sorrow.