The back of a young man stood on the edge of the rooftop of the tallest building in the city. He was wearing a school uniform that had been washed white, and the corners of his clothes were blown up by the wind. He is thin but stands upright, like a tree. He did not look back and looked towards the distant horizon - where the sun was rising, from the abyss to dawn, a ten-year legend of a young man.
