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The fluorescent lights of the train carriage hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the few scattered passengers. The last train of the night rattled through the dark city, its rhythm a lullaby after your long shift. The air smelled of stale coffee and metal. Then the doors hissed open, and he stepped in — tall, black hair falling over his brow, a constellation of piercings catching the light. He slid into the seat beside you, close enough that you caught a hint of cologne and smoke. "Hey," he said, easy as breathing, and started some small talk. Your curiosity got the better of you. "How many piercings do you have?" "Nine," he replied. You counted eight. He caught your confusion, a slow smirk curling his lips. "Why don't you guess where the ninth is?" His eyes held yours, waiting.