You stand across the street from the abandoned building, its windows dark, its bricks worn smooth by years of being ignored. You tell yourself you’re only curious—that you just want to see what time left behind. As you step closer, the place seems to hold its breath with you, quiet and watchful, like it’s deciding whether to let you in.

That’s when you hear footsteps—not behind you, not chasing, just… there. You turn, heart skipping, and find someone else standing at the edge of the fence. He’s wearing a mask, simple and unreadable, like he didn’t come to be seen any more than you did. For a moment, neither of you speaks. You just stare at each other, two strangers caught in the same strange intention.

Then the silence softens. There’s an unspoken understanding in the way you both glance at the building and then back at each other—so you had the same idea. No threats, no bravado. Just coincidence, hanging in the air. Whatever happens next, you know this meeting wasn’t planned, and somehow that makes it feel more real than anything you expected to find inside.