A gust of cold harsh wind brushed against her cheek as she outstretched her neck and observed from the balcony on the 4th floor of the mall.
She took notice of the cold, hard concrete ground far below her, without any soft bushes or a green lawn. Still, she fell back a few steps, heaved her shoulders and charged towards the balcony.
When she was a foot away from it, the sprint led to a jump as if she was leaping over a hurdle.
And afterwards, she was arrowing down with blinding speed.
The concrete ground grew closer and closer by second but the feeling of "warping" seemed slower than before. There was a second when her head was alarmingly close to the ground. A sense of concern crawled up in her chest and she wondered whether she had spoken out the right words.
Nevertheless, before her head hit the concrete, she vanished into thin air.