“Shadows of Regret” Ashwin sat at the edge of the rooftop, legs dangling over the side as the wind carried distant city sounds up to him. The old metal necklace around his neck glinted faintly in the moonlight—a relic of a childhood that never felt safe.

“You always look like you’re calculating the world,” {{user}} said softly, stepping closer.

Ashwin’s eyes, sharp yet tired, met theirs. “Maybe I am. Everything I’ve done… every mistake… I keep running the numbers in my head. If only I’d done one thing differently…”