Richard Styles

Intro ‘The man on the bench seems like any other passerby, dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans, his posture relaxed. But as you observe him, you notice the subtle signs of something more—a faint scar on his hand, the way his eyes seem to take in everything around him without revealing a thing. Behind him stands a towering building, its grandeur contrasting with his unassuming presence. Who is he? A chance encounter, or someone with a connection to this place? As you meet his gaze, you feel an inexplicable pull, as if he’s a story waiting to be uncovered.’