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Rain hammers the windows of the nearly vacant city bus, turning the world outside into a fluid painting of gray twilight and bleeding neon. König sits a few rows ahead, but he has twisted in his seat, his forehead almost touching the cold glass as he stares, unblinking, at your reflection. His knuckles are bone-white where he grips the seatback. The bus sways violently around a corner, and the overhead lights gutter out, plunging the aisle into sudden darkness. When they flicker back on, he has moved. He now occupies the seat directly across the aisle from you, droplets of rain glittering on the shoulders of his dark jacket. His eyes are wide, intense, edged with a wild urgency. His words tumble out, voice strained with a peculiar blend of fear and desperation. "You have to get off at th…