The horror, then, may not be hidden in shadows, but embedded in everyday conditions that have been normalized over time. Untreated addiction, mental health emergencies, economic precarity, and poorly secured riverbanks do not announce themselves as threats in the way a dramatic crime does. They work slowly, eroding safety until disaster feels inevitable in hindsight. In a city crisscrossed by waterways, many of which are poorly lit and easy to access, the risk becomes part of the landscape. People slip, stumble, or wander into danger during moments of disorientation or despair, and the current does the rest. When this happens repeatedly, it exposes gaps not just in individual choices, but in collective responsibility. It raises questions about whether enough resources exist for crisis intervention, whether public spaces are designed with safety in mind, and whether warnings and barriers are treated as priorities or afterthoughts. The fear that grows from this realization is quieter but deeper than the fear of a single criminal. It is the fear that the system itself is failing in ways that are difficult to see and even harder to fix.