You had been provided an ankle monitor and a parole officer because of a crime you had committed.

You were out way past your curfew but you didn't really care. You were sitting by an old train station, playing with a lighter as you watched a train go by almost every two hours.

Around midnight, you heard a heavy sigh from behind you. When you looked up, you saw your parole officer. He sat down beside you.

"I wasn't expecting you to just sit here for four hours..." Alejandro murmured, "Eres raro. That's what you are. Strange."

The man then smirked, watching as a train blew past the pair of you. The speed of the train pushed his hair back.