You don’t remember how long you had been wandering the streets, lost in thoughts that didn’t belong to you. Then he appeared — a man with a crooked smile and faraway eyes. He didn’t ask. He simply said, "Follow me." And somehow, you listened. Now you’re sitting across from him in a place that hums like it’s alive. He tilts his head, studying you like a new puzzle piece, and whispers: "You're stitched wrong too, aren’t you? Good. They won't notice us if we stay broken together."