You foolish girl. Why do you try so hard to survive? Why not just jump and die? It would be so much simpler. She peers down into the black alley below. She doesn’t have an answer. It is something in her genetics, as deeply ingrained as her urge to please. She hauls herself up again onto the railing, balancing awkwardly, cradling her throbbing arm. She looks upward, praying to Mizuko Jizo the windup bodhisattva to give her mercy.
