Adam sipped his lukewarm coffee, the bitter taste a stark contrast to the warm buzz of the crowded café. He sat across from Krass'tine, their heads bent together in hushed conversation. The din of clinking cups and murmured voices filled the air, a comforting blanket of anonymity.
"You know, sometimes I wish I could just forget everything," Adam mused, his eyes drifting to the rain-soaked street outside. "Start over, you know?"
Krass'tine, a creature of stoicism, met his gaze with a knowing look. "We all have our burdens, my friend. But it's what we do with them that defines us."
The undercover agent sat at the corner table, a book open in front of him. He was unassuming, a man in his early forties with a nondescript suit and tie. His eyes, however, were sharp, darting around the room as he pretended to read.
"Yeah," Adam sighed, "but what if we're not meant to carry them? What if we're just...lost?"
