The train slowed to a gentle halt.
The doors slid open.
And a heavy boot stepped onto the platform—its tread aimless, uncertain.
In the crowd of an unfamiliar city, there stood an unknown man.
The city was new to him.
Amid the glittering lights and the ceaseless rush of life, the city breathed with restless energy.
But he?
He was merely present.
And in that moment—he took his first step into this new world — Meeran City
Perhaps he had something to say.
But there was no one to listen.
Maybe there was a lot inside him.
But he trusted no one—or maybe, even that trust had broken long ago.
Who could say what it truly was?
His face—yearning to speak volumes—remained silent, everything buried deep, hidden somewhere in the depths.
He was tall. His complexion, Almond skin .
In his eyes, a sharpness—but dimmed.
Not entirely empty. Not entirely full.
Just... a strange kind of stillness.
A hollowness—
As if someone had hollowed him out from within—
Happiness, sorrow, desire, dreams, hope—everything...
Gone.
A leather duffle bag hung from his shoulder.
His fingers tightened around its strap, gripping it with silent resolve.
And then—
A light breeze passed through.
It wasn't cold.
Yet, there was something strange about it.
Something that hadn't existed in this city before.
Maybe... it had arrived with him.