Sometimes anguish and grief can cause a person to go mad. In such cases, see Suho. Suho was lying on a ledge on the tall mountain, high above the ground, as he had been doing for the past days. Ever since Kris had fallen, Suho's mind was wracked with guilt and despair. He still remembered the look that Kris had given him as he fell and the image haunted his dreams whenever he closed his eyes. After spending one or two days sobbing out of grief, he had turned to guilt and had started slapping himself. Now with his cheeks bright red and swollen and several cuts along his body, Suho laid down on the ledge and started laughing. He didn't know why he was laughing. He shouldn't be laughing, his best friend and only companion had just died. He tried to stop, but he couldn't. The laughter continued to pour out of his chest and despite his worn vocal chords, his body continued to shake with laughter. He was laughing and tears started to pour out of his eyes. What am I going to do now, he thought. I'm a crazy man now...

Then memories started to flash by. His parents. His sister. Missing. He had refused to go shopping with them and that was what had happened. He couldn't pay the house bill. He had to run. Several weeks living on the streets. Cold nights, sweltering days. He was almost dea. Then the police finally caught him. They sent him to the orphanage. Kris...the blonde haired boy with messy hair and a crazed look in his eyes. Good memories. They were the only good ones he had experienced in his childhood. And they were all with Kris. He remembered the day they went fishing together for the first time. It was near a lake. There were many tall plants and Kris had found a place for them to set up their fishing hooks. Suho didn't like spiders. In fact, he hated them. But he never told Kris that, he wanted to appear brave and not cowardly in front of his friend. They set up their hooks and rods and started to fish. Kris had been very good at fishing despite it being