Author pov
A security officer, holding a large flashlight, called out from a distance, "Hey, what are you doing there? It's risky to be on that bridge at this hour!" He noticed a figure near the edge, seemingly ready to leap into the water.
"Hey, can you hear me?" he asked, moving closer while keeping the flashlight beam on the figure dressed in black pants, a black shirt, and a black cap.
The figure stood still, facing away from the officer. The only sounds were the creaking of the old bridge and the distant chirping of crickets.
"I'm warning you, sir!" the officer shouted, his tone serious yet tinged with worry. "Step back from the edge. It's dangerous."
As the officer got nearer, the figure slowly turned. The flashlight illuminated its face, but the cap concealed its features.
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