*(The screen is pitch black. Thunder rumbles in the distance. The sound of rain splashing... slowly builds.)
"Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong? …Why?"*
(He questions himself, lost in his thoughts, overwhelmed by confusion and despair.)
Lightning flashes. The screen shows a boy standing on a cliff, soaked in rain, staring down at the city below
The boy stands motionless, the cold rain drenching him, but he feels nothing. His eyes, vacant and distant, are fixed on the city below—once a place he called home, now a distant memory of a life that had been cruelly taken from him.
"They never cared... Not when I was alone, not when I needed them most. And now..."
(He tightens his fists, his fingers trembling, as if struggling to hold onto the last remnants of his humanity.)
The rain intensifies, the cold biting into his skin, but the boy remains unmoving. The storm rages around him, yet it does nothing to drown out the voice that breaks through the chaos—the voice of someone he knows all too well.
"Go ahead. Jump. It's your choice. If you survive, we'll leave you alone. No more bullying. But if you take one step back...
The bully's voice drops to a low, menacing tone.
"We'll make your life hell again. Forever."
"There's no chance from this height that I could survive. They just want me to die, but… maybe it's better this way."
(His hands tighten into fists, his knuckles turning white.)
"At least... at least I'll be free from this hell of a life."
The rain pelts his face like needles, and the world around him seems to close in. His vision blurs as he fights to steady himself. The cold air feels like a slap to his senses, but it also serves as a reminder—this moment could end everything. One step forward, and it would all be over.
(For a brief moment, there's a flicker of relief. The weight of the world feels lighter, as if freedom is within his grasp.)
In that moment, everything becomes clear. The boy's mind, clouded with despair, sharpens with a single thought. He pushes himself forward, his body following instinct over reason, and he leaps off the edge. The wind roars in his ears as the ground below rushes up to meet him, a dizzying blur of darkness and rain.
"This is it… This is the end."
(He closes his eyes for a split second, letting the cold rain wash over him as he plunges downward, embracing the pain he knows is coming. There's no fear left. Only relief. Only the bitter taste of freedom, however fleeting.)
Time seems to slow as his body twists in the air. The ground looms closer. Every second feels like an eternity. His mind, still filled with the echoes of past torment, drowns out the world, leaving him in complete silence.
Then the impact comes.
The earth slams into him with the force of a thousand blows, the pain coursing through his entire body, sharp and unforgiving. His ribs crack, his limbs twist in unnatural directions, and every part of his body screams in agony. His breath hitches in his chest, but no amount of air will ease the agony that floods his senses.
Then, in the midst of the pain, something strange happens. His vision goes black.
A faint, distorted echo lingers as everything turns black. It sounds like a whisper, too distant to make out the words, but close enough to feel like it's inside his mind.
Then—nothing. No pain. No sound. No breath. Just a chilling silence, as if the world itself has paused.
Suddenly, a low ringing hum begins to grow, almost like a heartbeat echoing in the void. The silence is broken—not by noise, but by presence.