Onyx retreats slowly, desperate to get away from the many scientists willing to murder him in cold-blood over losing their occupation. It's cold on the roof, likely because of the weather that's been basically freezing the past week. Onyx looks around, only finding one way out: jumping off the roof. But I might die, is the one thought that flickers through his mind. He's sad to say he doesn't really care, and most others won't either. He jumps off, falling to his potential fate below.
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