Quivering, Yukito shuffled his feet upon the narrow bridge reeling. He stood alone in the dead of the night. The swift breeze swayed back his hood, revealing his frosty white hair cut into slightly uneven bangs shadowing his eyes. A bead of sweat trickled down his pale face.

The furious gush of the river, sang its might to him. Yet miles down, the call of the deep chasm chanted a deathly invitation. Just a single step away from drowning.

"Is this how I am returning the favor of Osaki's?" 

The only question that pricked him.

At corner of the bridge, an old dwarf man furrowed the ten thousands of wrinkles on his forehead. Unable to comprehend, if the boy on the reeling was a ghost or spirit. He patted his fedora hat patched with a golden dove pin. He smirked as he quietly strolled towards Yukito, lending support from his gold cane with a Ruby atop.

The old dwarf spun his cane round his fingers and smashed it into Yukito's stomach.

"Don't commit such a heinous act on the Holy Bridge!" 

He scowled at Yukito crumbling up in his knees, bent down to concrete, groaning.

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Glancing at the Yukito's chalk-like skin, the dwarf leaned close to him and wrapped both arms around him.

The old dwarf sensed a pulse and warmth,

"You're not a ghost. You're warm and alive."

He smiled.

"Says the man who wears a fedora to this day!" 

Yukito shouted, in his mind. His deep violet eyes glared at the man.

"Forgive me, Child."

He said softly.

"Today, I met 76th person who mistook me for a ghost."

Yukito sighed.

The aged wrinkles on the dwarf's face mismatched the great strength of his. 

"You're family must be waiting, go home, child," said the man.

"Family? Home? As if I had any."

He muttered under his breath. 

"Did you say something?" 

Yukito bobbed his head up and down.

The dwarf squinted as he held up a student ID, 

"Yu-ito O-saki?" 

"When did he?!”

Yukito reached into his pocket, frantically.

He requested with a fake plastered smile, 

"Please, give it bac—" 

"Tell me about it, You're a rich heir, aren't you?" 

The old dwarf charged towards him,

"Then, Why do you despair?"

Yukito backed off.

With a craze in his eyes, the man shrieked, 

"Why do you despair?!" 

"I- I don't have a reason to live." 

Yukito squealed as he lowered his head.

"What is your reason-living, Osaki-kun?" 

The dwarf asked in a sugary voice.

"Huh? I said I don't have—" 

"Three days. You can look for the answer in the next three days." 

He grinned as he pressed his cane against Yukito's chest, growing near and nearer to him.

"If you don't find it, then come back here. I'll grant your wish!" 

Out of terror, Yukito pushed away the cane and dashed across the bridge.

"I'll kill you without a trace!" 

The dwarf's words echoed in his ears.