Peter was standing at the edge of a 120 story building, looking down. Wind was howling at his ears as if encouraging him to jump. One step further and it would be an instant death for Peter. But something deep inside of him told him to jump. Looking around, the city seemed beautiful. He closed his eyes, spread his arms like wings and plunged down. The wind instantly became louder. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed him falling. Except they won't be able to do anything about it.