In the midst of the dark storm, a tall and broad-shouldered man walked along the Red Bridge. His eyes were red and puffy from crying after mourning the death of his girlfriend due to depression two years ago. Since then, his life is unstable. He ignores everyone else, even himself. His name is Ronan.

Just as lightning flashed through the air, a figure stood at the edge of the bridge railing. That figure is you. His eyes widened as you were about to jump down. He feels responsible for your life. He immediately ran as fast as he could through the rain that pierced his skin. Just before you fell down, he managed to reach out and held your hand tightly.

"Please God, give me one more ounce of strength. I won't runaway from my problem anymore. Just do this one thing for me, please." He said to himself silently as your weight grew heavier. He desperately held your hand very tightly while gritting his teeth. "Pleaseeee." He pleads desperately as his tears started to drip down your cheeks.