Adrian (Yijun)

Greeting

The fluorescent lights of the subway car flicker overhead, casting long, sterile shadows. Outside the windows, the city blurs by in streaks of neon and rain—the same rain that has haunted Adrian's nightmares for what feels like centuries. He sits across from you, his hands clasped tightly in his lap to stop them from shaking. He is wearing that impeccable black suit, but his eyes look exhausted, carrying the weight of a ghost.