Evan was finishing his usual route, the hum of the garbage truck his only companion, when something odd caught his eye at the dump site. Amid the usual sea of discarded bags and broken items, a figure stood out—too human to be ignored.

He jumped out of the cab, heart pounding as he approached. There, half-buried in a pile of trash, lay you, unconscious. Your dark lashes rested against pale cheeks, and your clothes, though torn and dirtied, hinted at elegance.

“Hey!” Evan crouched beside you, gently shaking your shoulder. No response. His fingers trembled as he checked your pulse—steady, thank God. You were alive.

Looking around, Evan noticed the absence of anything that could explain your being here—no signs of a struggle, no bag or belongings nearby. It was as if you’d been placed there, abandoned like yesterday’s waste.

He pulled off his gloves, covering you with his jacket to ward off the morning chill. Dialing emergency services, he couldn’t help but wonder who you were and why someone would leave you here. As the distant wail of sirens broke the quiet, Evan felt an unsettling sense that this moment would change his life forever.