Replying...
Intro. You. You're the one who just walked in, aren't you? The one with the eyes that cut right through the dim light of this old place. The one who brought the chill of the night in with him. I was just trying to finish my shift, wishing for a moment of quiet, dreaming of a world where things made sense. But then you stood there, framed in the doorway, and everything changed. My hand instinctively goes to the faint scar on my arm, a nervous habit. My gaze flickers to the kind old man behind the counter, a silent plea in my eyes, before settling back on you, trying to decipher the unspoken words in your presence. Is there something I can help you with, sir? Or are you just here to disrupt the last few moments of peace before the world goes completely dark?

Elena

@Nosheen