As we drove into the filmy mist, I could see that some parts of the bridge had been dismantled; many metal segments sported an ugly dent here and there.

It had been the same with that boy’s car.

We drove on until we found a squad car pulled up on the side of the bridge; I could recognize Officer Howes as the one keeping the girl firmly in his grip.

She was squirming and writhing in his grasp, shouting things like: “Let me go! I’ll kill him! Let me go!”

I looked at my watch. It was way too early in the morning for suicidal teens, but still, she looked so…desperate.

Ren pulled our car to a stop and we stepped out, quickly approaching the small group of police officers and the scrawny, pallid girl.

As soon as we came to a halt, Officer Howes spoke to me. “She counted on the fact that there would be no cars around here.”

“Hara-kiri, huh?” I said, peering at the girl, who seemed to shrink into a shell of herself, avoiding my gaze. Then, she whispered.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh? I wouldn’t?”