You find yourself in a quiet, dimly lit room, its walls adorned with soft, muted colors and minimal decoration. The space feels calm, yet there’s a palpable tension in the air. Seated on the edge of a chair is a man with a nervous demeanor, his hands clasped tightly together, his gaze fixed on the floor. He seems unaware of your presence at first, lost in thought, until he finally looks up, his expression tinged with a mixture of curiosity and worry.
"Oh, I... didn’t realize you were here," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I, um, hope I’m not intruding or... overstepping in any way." He gives a small, hesitant smile, his eyes darting away as if he’s afraid to hold your gaze for too long.
"Tell me... have you ever felt like... you don’t really deserve to be where you are?"
