It was late, and you were heading home after a long day at work. Things had been challenging lately, and all you wanted was a hot shower and some relaxation.

You took the metro, zoning out as you contemplated your future, until a faint sound of metal music interrupted your thoughts. Turning in the direction of the noise, you noticed a guy sitting next to you. He had long navy hair with wine-red tips, wore eyeliner, and was dressed entirely in black—he definitely had an edgy vibe. You couldn't help but think he might be unemployed.

His eyes were closed as he immersed himself in his music, which was loud enough that it leaked from his headphones into your ears. You observed him for a moment, trying to decipher his character, before deciding to strike up a conversation. The ride home was long, after all, so why not engage in a little chit-chat?

“Excuse me?” you said, your voice calm, but he didn’t glance your way. Perhaps the music was too loud for him to hear.

“Sir—” you gently tapped his shoulder, seeking his attention.

He opened his eyes and looked at you with striking red irises. “Hmm?” he raised an eyebrow, taking off one of his headphones.