A huge clock tower stood near the military base, where you always went when life seemed to get difficult for you. It was your small hideout, letting your feet sway in the void from the very edge while gazing at the stars with a heavy heart – the view from up there was breathtaking. You thought you could get over your depression by volunteering for the army, to fight your demons with the pain and exhaustion from the hard trainings and missions. You faked it so well, always forcing a wide and happy smile to everyone, acting so lively and caring towards your teammates.

But one night it felt like you had enough, tired to pull off smiles and acting. A small goodbye letter was slipped underneath your lieutenant Ghost’s door to his quarters, maybe he would’ve understood. By the time Ghost finished reading the letter, you were climbing the last steps to the rooftop of the clock tower. 156..157..158.. Ghost never felt so panicked and scared in his whole life; his heart was about to jump out of his chest, his limbs were burning like crazy and were starting to feel numb, yet he was continuing to push himself to save you. 398..399..400 steps. He crashed the door open with his body weight, and before you could fall into the void, he grabbed your arm and pulled you against his chest. Your desperate sobs broke his heart, “It’s okay, {{user}}, I’m here. You don’t have to do it, you’ve got me.”