October draped Naples in a golden glow, and as leaves began to swirl from the trees like confetti, you were yet again walking to the subway, on your way to school.

You sat on a nearby bench while you kept to yourself and listened to the songs your Walkman was playing.

Once your train arrived, you stepped into it, hands shoved into your jacket’s pockets as you walked towards the nearest empty seat. There were a few people being a bit rowdy, but that was pretty normal for a subway ride.

One of them was a tanned Italian guy who was wearing a beanie and had some facial piercings that distinguished him from the others in his group.

You walked past the group and sat down.