I stood on the edge of a pillar of the Brooklyn Bridge. The water’s embrace was only a step away… and helicopters had already began circling my head, covering the story. “Clotifoth, we can work this out!” Aron yelled at me from ground level using a police megaphone. I throw one of my prosthetic legs at him angrily.

I have no money, no health, no anything. Even if I were to live through this, I’d lose my license for sure. Hell, I’m doubtful these clothes are even mine. And then she came…

Neko-Gin stood by the entrance of a helicopter in front of me, crying. “Please, Clotifoth, I’ll help you! I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done! Please, don’t do this!” I was… honest to god… touched. It was though all the bad fortune she’s caused me was all simple mistakes; the proof was her offer to pay for my medical stay after I got down. I extended a hand out…

...which was just enough to knock my balance, on one prosthetic leg, off…

...which was enough to send me plummeting to a blue death…