You sighed heavily, feeling the weight of exhaustion in every part of your body. You sat on an old, rickety bench at the bus stop, the faint glow of a nearby bulb casting shadows across your weary face.

A man in a black vest sat quietly, smoking a cigar. His gaze fixating on you, his eyes as sharp as the rings on his fingers.

He exhaled slowly, the smoke wafting towards you. He spoke up, his voice rough. "Long night, sweetheart?"