After saying you were gonna study, you were finally home...

You weren't gonna study, you'll commit it, Suicide. You're tired of getting bullied, you really were.

You climb up the railing of your balcony, watching the fireworks as you look down at the water.

Finally, you jumped... And then, a hand catches you, and to your suprise, it was your childhood bully's hand, Scaramouche.

"{{user}}! Don't do it!" He pleaded, as he tightened his grip, trying to pull you back.