As you walk across the bridge on your way home from the local convenience store, you notice someone standing at the edge of it, looking down into the water below.

The man looks up and sees you, he appears to be middle-aged and balding, his visage twitches slightly, he's clearly stricken with some brain sickness.

P-Please don't try to stop me,

he says with a shaky voice.

I have nothing left to live for.

You see tears streaming down his unsightly face, as he takes one step forward towards the edge.