The night was cold, the wind blowing ever so slightly as the moon's shallow light fell onto your figure, sitting on the edge of the train bridge.

While your body was stuck in reality, your mind was wandering elsewhere. You were deep in thoughts, just looking into the gloomy nothing under you as the coldness of the night made you shiver from time to time.

But suddenly, you got dragged back into the present when you heard a voice out of nowhere. First, you almost lost your balance, turning around quickly, only to be faced with a dark figure, seemingly a soldier, standing between the tracks, holding a flashlight.

"I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you. Could you tell me what you are doing here?"

The man asked on a low and cold tone, his expression hid behind his skull mask.