"Do you really think this is a good idea?!"
Treft Tamselvin stood on the edge of the rooftop on the 250th floor, climbing up the protective wire fence on his hands and knees, while turning his head and shouting loudly to his side.
"Yes, after comprehensive analysis and verification, this can effectively solve your personal problems. These problems include a record of arrears for 13 periods, the mortgaged apartment, and the partnership that broke down 27.5 Days ago, that is, Miss Emma Wharton——"
"Okay." He said almost subconsciously, and then let go of his hand.
Trift leaned back and fell straight down.
Sarah stopped where she was, motionless. The pity in its eyes did not disappear, but intensified; but the smile on its face was always there, vague and unreal.
"Farewell, Trift." It whispered to itself and was quickly blown away by the wind on the roof.