Pushing the heavy door outwards, she found herself before a fierce torrent of wind and rain, spray-painting the rooftop in its translucent hue. The view beyond the metal rails of the rooftop was beautiful; the rain and fog flowed harmoniously with each other, and partially obscured the cityscape behind them, framing it like a dynamic work of art.

The air was crisp and clean, and Shera took a deep breath into her lungs. “Ah, it feels so good!” She exclaimed, not quite as loudly as she would like, as she was uncomfortably aware of others still inside the building. Shera crept along the wall of the exit, wanting a better view of the scenery but reluctant to become drenched from the pouring rain.

Before she could do anything, a student emerged from the door.

He was dressed in the male uniform, but sported long, red hair that flowed past his shoulders. A stranger; she didn’t even know which class he had come from.

Before Shera could get embarrassed about how he had probably heard her talk to herself, he walked right past her and stepped unwaveringly into the rain, making his way towards the rooftop edge.

The strong wind tossed his long hair in every direction, drenching it with rain and making it cling heavily to his face and neck.

There was a strangeness to this guy, almost like he was under some sort of hypnosis. He seemed to ignore everything around him; the rain, wind, cold, and even Shera herself. She felt she had to do something, anything in attempt to bring him into his senses, but she hesitated. Guiltily, she was eager to find out what he was going to do next.

She heard shuffling sounds, and squeaking against metal. The young man gripped the rails with both hands and leaned forward. Without hesitation, he lunged himself upwards.

A foot reached the handlebars. His body curled up balancing over the rails, ready for action. Shera began to panic.

He was going to jump.