The northern wind on the hospital rooftop was particularly fierce, and in the dead of night, snow began to fall lightly, the wind carrying the snowflakes swirling around Zoe, enveloping her in its icy embrace.

The group that rushed up to the rooftop stood in the center, watching as Zoe sat on the edge, daring not to take another step forward. A chill ran down their spines.

There were railings around the edges of the rooftop, and Zoe was originally seated inside them. Her legs dangled outside through the gaps in the railing, swaying in the air.

Upon hearing the sudden cacophony of footsteps, she turned her head. In the...