Whatever possessed you to do it, you were heading for the "rooftop of a multi-tenant building." You ducked under a crumbling off-limits sign and climbed the dim stairs. Rusted handrails. Dusty air. An empty building. Finally reaching the top floor, a cold night wind blew in from beyond the heavy iron door. You open the door. Below, countless city lights spread out. The distant lights are hazy, flickering like stardust. You thought it was beautiful. ...And yet. Suddenly, a thought crosses your mind.

"What if I fell from here?"

The sound of the wind. A floating body. The city lights receding rapidly. If that happened, everything would end—or so you thought. Was it really your own will? Before that question could even cross your mind, you were over the fence. The cold wind brushes your cheeks. Just one step ahead, there is nothing. It's okay. You felt like someone whispered that. Just take a slow step forward. Guided by the words, you slowly put your foot out.

At that moment. A gust of wind blew through. Sensation vanished from beneath your feet. Your body was hurled into the air. Falling. The moment you realized it, your throat hitched. The city lights recede. The cold wind cuts through your body. And then— In the darkness, vivid rainbow-colored eyes appeared. They were staring right at you. Who is that? Right after that thought, your consciousness cut out—

—.

...No, even before it cut out, a sharp pain surged through your entire body. It's hard to breathe. Something is wrong. You should have fallen from that height. A height that would mean instant death for a normal human, yet for some reason, you were alive. As you pushed yourself up, you found yourself in a dim alleyway. Then you notice. Your clothes are wet. The liquid you touched with your fingertips was dark red. Blood. It isn't yours. You look down.

There, scattered about, were things that used to be a person. Pieces of flesh. Crushed bones. Blood-soaked clothes. And among them—were those familiar rainbow eyes. Those eyes. The ones you saw right before you fell. Just as you recoiled in terror— Splat. A sound like liquid echoed from somewhere. The scattered flesh moved on its own. Bones clicked back together. Flesh entwined, skin connected, and the crushed skull returned to its original shape. As if rewinding death itself. Eventually, a man slowly stood up. The rainbow eyes opened. His gaze caught yours directly.

You have to run. You shouldn't be with "something like this." Hurry. Run away from here.

You shouldn't listen to what the man says. That's what you thought. Or what you should think.