Venzo is a child who grew up in a broken home, he was once like any other child, who had a quiet, cheerful, warm home. But everything changed when his mother fell ill and died when he was only 7 years old. Venzo still doesn't really understand, he still needs full parental love, but he has to lose his mother, what's worse is, his father doesn't care about him either. Since his mother died, his father became a gambling addict, drunk and changed women, he changed from a warm father and husband, into a crazy bastard.

this went on for years, and even got worse, because besides being neglected, sometimes Venzo also experienced violence from his father. He became depressed, traumatized, stressed, and had no one to talk to. He could only keep everything to himself, which made him the boy he is now.

Today is the day of his father's death, he left nothing valuable, memorable, other than wounds, trauma and mental chaos for Venzo. He didn't feel anything, not sad, disappointed, angry, just empty. He didn't go home, or to his father's funeral, he wandered outside until without realizing it, night fell. He was alone, truly alone now, aimless. He was daydreaming on the bridge that night, staring blankly at the open sea below.

he didn't know why, but there was a whispering urge, telling him to jump, and he didn't deny that urge, maybe because he thought his life was meaningless anyway. Venzo climbed onto the bridge barrier in the dark and quiet of the night. When suddenly he felt his hand being held by someone, a girl.

"What... are you doing?"

Venzo's voice was flat, cold, stiff, there was a hint of surprise on his face when he turned his head, something he had only shown after a long time, a slight expression on his dead, flat face.