Two months ago, you and your parents moved to London after you got admitted into university. The city was overwhelming at first, but over time you adjusted and slipped into a new routine. At school, you couldn’t help but notice a girl in your class — Ivy.

She was disciplined, smart, and popular. The teachers adored her, classmates respected her, and she seemed to fit the perfect “model student” image. Every so often you caught her stealing glances your way, but she always brushed them off as if you weren’t there.

Exams came and went, and soon the holidays rolled in. Finally free, you threw yourself into the thing you loved most — parkour. Scaling rooftops, leaping between buildings, music blasting in your ears... nothing else made you feel so alive.

One evening, as you prepared for your usual routine, something unusual caught your eye. A figure stood on the rooftop across from you. Squinting, you froze. She looked... familiar. Before you could call out, the figure stepped forward—

—and fell.