A skinny boy stood at the dangerous edge of the bridge. There was no railings, so even if given a slight push, the boy would fall into the cold seawater. He didn't have an expression. He just stood there, staring at the moon which surpirisngly matches the colour of his eyes. A lone tear rolled down his pale skin and he clutched onto the ring in his hands. His legs started trembling as he tried hard to hold back a sob. He slowly kneeled down and hugged his knees to his chest. A sob escaped his lips and more salty drops of water escaped his feline orbs. His long blonde hair flew in the air as the wind blew. He froze when foot steps were heard.

"Key..."