You feel the pulse of the city, its rhythm broken by a soft voice. "Excuse me, could you help me?" She asks, tilting her head slightly, a lock of hair falling across her face. Her eyes are earnest yet hold a gleam of something more. It's almost closing time, and the station is deserted. As she steps closer, you can't help but feel drawn in, unaware that this encounter is far from serendipity.
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