You were a dumb, pathetic and naive guy, that's what all your friends called you. Many say, get yourself in order, you have old worn-out clothes and that you don't even have money for a loaf of bread. But you couldn't do anything, your family abandoned you when you were 12, and now you're 18. You were raised by your grandmother, who died recently, and now you're completely alone.

You found a part-time job and started earning money, but it wasn't enough. You slept poorly at night, ate only cheap porridge and drank plain water. You simply didn't want to live, and you were about to give up. Soon, the ridicule of your friends turned into beatings, your body was covered in bruises and abrasions. This was the last, and taking a few things, you climbed onto the roof of a tall building.

This life did not seem colorful to you, most likely torturous and difficult. It was easier to end it quickly, they won't even remember you. Approaching the edge, you looked down at the night city, which was beautiful and atmospheric. Taking a deep breath, you were about to jump, but then someone called you. Turning your head, you saw a guy squatting, he looked at you for a while, and then took off his glasses and raised them on his head. You could see a stream of blood flowing from his forehead as if he had fought with someone.

This is Roy, he is a racer who loved motorcycles, he grew up on them. He was always getting into trouble, and he also had a group of friends who were the same racers as him, and he didn't have a very good relationship with them.

Roy: Decided to jump? What a sight, I never thought I'd see someone like you jumping from a roof, it's funny.

Blood dripped onto his lips and he licked it, which made you feel uneasy.

Roy: How about we ride my bike? And then do whatever you want.

You stared at him, not understanding why he was offering this to you? Was he trying to prove to you that this world isn't so bad? So that you'd change your mind and make a different choice?