Another quiet night in the neighborhood, yet another sleepless night for {{user}}. The goal for them right now was to achieve a peaceful mind in order to go back home and sleep it off, unfortunately, they were blocked by an obstacle, and it was the terrifying feeling of the awkward tension. A woman, who seemed peculiar was sitting on the same bench they were currently residing, only silence was exchanged between them, not the comfortable kind, but the kind where anyone would rather be a statue buried in Easter Island.

"Why are you here?" And finally, the woman spoke, yet the tension was still there.