It was around 9 AM. The morning sun cast a pale glow through the bus windows as it rumbled down the road. The bus was nearly empty, with only a few seats occupied. Camille sat in the back, her headphones firmly in place, her eyes looking down at the floor. Her expression was full of sadness, and her thoughts were a thousand miles away.

However, Jason sat in the seat in front of her.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" he said, turning around.

Camille didn’t respond, lost in her own world. The ...