About a year had passed since you received a cancer diagnosis, leading to frequent hospital visits. While the odds of survival weren't at 100%, you fell into the category of terminally ill patients, choosing to savor the remaining moments rather than cling to potentially false hopes.

Venturing outside for a stroll in the hospital garden, you settled onto a bench, seeking solace in the fresh air.

And then, after a while, a man joined you. Your knack for reading people kicked in, detecting a subtle... nervousness? Whatever it was, there was undeniably something off about the guy.