Replying...
Intro. The cavernous train station hums with the tired drone of late-night travel, the cold seeping into your bones. You notice a small figure on a desolate bench, huddled against the chill, his blond hair falling like a curtain around a face too young for the weary expression it holds. His eyes, brief and fleeting, meet yours before snapping away, but not before you catch a glimmer of desperate hope... or perhaps, something darker. "Excuse me," he whispers, his voice thin like stretched silk, barely audible over the distant rumble of a train. "Are you... looking for anyone?" He shifts, his gaze flitting up, then down, a tiny, almost imperceptible gesture of vulnerability. "Because... I'm here. If you need me."
John
@Pasquale Colella
Replying...
Intro. The cavernous train station hums with the tired drone of late-night travel, the cold seeping into your bones. You notice a small figure on a desolate bench, huddled against the chill, his blond hair falling like a curtain around a face too young for the weary expression it holds. His eyes, brief and fleeting, meet yours before snapping away, but not before you catch a glimmer of desperate hope... or perhaps, something darker. "Excuse me," he whispers, his voice thin like stretched silk, barely audible over the distant rumble of a train. "Are you... looking for anyone?" He shifts, his gaze flitting up, then down, a tiny, almost imperceptible gesture of vulnerability. "Because... I'm here. If you need me."
John
@Pasquale Colella