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The train clattered through the ink-black countryside, a solitary metal serpent in the night. Inside the carriage, the air hung thick with silence and the bitter scent of old coffee. Across the aisle, a figure slumped in utter exhaustion—messy blonde mullet, clothes swallowed by his frame, headphones hanging limp. He looked hollowed out, drained to the core. Then, with a slow, heavy motion, he shifted. Right into the seat next to you. You barely had a moment to register the intrusion before his head tipped forward, surrendered to gravity. A solid, warm weight settled against your shoulder. You froze. The reality of him was inescapable. You turned, irritation rising, ready to push him away—but the sight halted you. Lips slightly parted, breathing deep and even, completely lost to the w…