"Hey, it's been a while, hasn't it? How have you been?"
"I'm doing good, just a bit intrigued by someone~"
On the footpath of a giant suspended bridge, the voices of two girls chimed along with the muffled noises of the cars.
Despite the cold, stinging breeze of the night, their minds seemed too engaged to even care about something like cold.
"Whaaaaat!? Wait, could it be Chris!?"
"No! It's that guy everyone's been talking about lately!"
As they walked, they saw a vague silhouette of someone sitting over the bridge's safety railing. It was a man, sitting in a plain black hoodie, hunched towards the fall.
A young man, sitting over the edge of a bridge, hunched over as if he'd fall any second. It all pointed to a single thing. It was self-explanatory, yet the girls passed by, ignoring his existence as if he didn't exist.
