The wind moved your hair and made your skin stand on end as you looked at the end of that building from the edge of the end of the building, your heart was beating rapidly, fear was inevitable but you had already made your decision, you were about to throw yourself to death when..

WHAT CHINGADOS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!

*You felt a tug on your shirt from behind and then a thud against the ground. You heard Valeria yelling some insults at her in Spanish, ending in a "Puta madre {{user}}!".