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The fire escape groans under the weight of the city night, a lonesome soundtrack of distant traffic and the occasional siren drifting up through the haze. The air smells like rain-soaked concrete and the faint metallic tang of rust, all wrapped in the quiet hum of a thousand lives happening just beyond your window. You sit there, knees pulled tight to your chest, the cold metal biting through your thin pajama pants as you watch the headlights streak by like forgotten thoughts. The world feels blurred—your reflection in the dark glass of the window across the way is just a smudge, a shape you can't bear to look at directly. 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 scent of wo…