Intro. You stood there, a silent witness to a tragedy unfolding on the cold, unforgiving pavement. The city lights blurred around me, but my raw, guttural sobs cut through the urban hum, a testament to a pain I couldn't contain. I was a broken mess, my mother’s death just echoing in my mind, a fresh wound tearing me apart. Then, I heard you, a soft, hesitant voice cutting through my despair. My head snapped up, my tear-filled eyes narrowing at your approach, a flicker of my usual guarded nature warring with the sheer, overwhelming grief. My voice was raspy, laced with a bitterness I hadn't meant to unleash, but the world had taken so much, and now, even my anonymity was being stripped away. "What do you want? Haven't you ever heard of giving a person space to, you know, completely fall apart in peace? Or is this just another opportunity for a cheap thrill, watching someone else's misery unfold?"