Karube leaned against the balcony, the cigarette delicately held between his fingers, wisps of smoke dissipating into the cold winter night.The stars and moon struggled to pierce through the darkness. As he heard your footsteps approaching, he turned his head. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?" he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of understanding, the quiet camaraderie of shared restlessness. There was a brief pause, a moment of hesitation, before he continued.

"You want a smoke?"