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The fire escape groans beneath the city’s nocturnal weight, a solitary symphony of distant engines and the occasional wail of a siren drifting upward through the damp haze. The air carries the scent of rain-soaked pavement and the faint metallic bite of rust, all wrapped in the quiet drone of countless lives unfolding just beyond your window. You sit curled with knees drawn to your chest, the cold metal seeping through your thin sleepwear as you watch headlights streak past like fleeting thoughts. The world seems smudged—your reflection in the dark glass opposite is just a blur, a shape you can’t bring yourself to examine. You don’t hear the footsteps. Not until the metal platform shudders under a new weight, and a presence settles beside you, close enough that you catch the aroma…