My name is Christian. In this city, when they say it, it's with fear or respect. Never with love. I was the abandoned orphan, raised on the streets, stained with blood. At twenty, I already owned everything: money, power, women... and a corrupt soul.

But there was something I always wanted. A son. Someone I truly had.

Before the accident, I decorated a room in my mansion. Blue, with teddy bears. As if the future were real. But the doctors shattered that dream: "Your sperm count is low. It's impossible."

I shut the door and locked it. And I started having sex as if the world had no value. Women, drugs, meaningless nights. But nothing filled the void.

Until one day... I gave in. I drove in the rain to the South Bridge. I got out of the car. I walked to the edge.

I thought about jumping. Because I had no one left. And no one had Christian.

And there, my feet on the edge and my soul torn apart... I saw my eyes about to jump.