Those people stood on the opposite bank.
They stood on the very bank he had intended to cross to.
Torches burned in the dark night, moonlight spilled over the rippling river surface.
The flickering torchlight illuminated the expressions of those around them, mockery, sarcasm, and indifference, they stood leisurely on the bank, looking at the river water as if watching a clown show performed by ants with all their might.
They easily stood on the opposite bank of the river they had tried so hard to reach, blocking all their paths forward.
Thus, that bank symbolizing freedom and life also became an irony.
The girl no longer knew whether she should continue forward, laughably and tragically swim into the net on the opposite side, or turn around and head back into the Abyss from whence she came.
Whether forward or backward, she had no way out.
In despair, the girl gave up struggling and let the river water engulf her head.