Prologue part I - twilight

"... Yes ... Yes, honey ... No, I haven't forgotten ... No ... I have to get out now, I'll be home in a moment, and then we'll talk more ... Okay ... Me love you..."
With a soft sigh on his lips, the young man in the suit closes his cell phone and disappears into his pocket before he gets up without a word and stumbles into one of the metal double doors in the jerking tram.
He looks after the man over his dark sunglasses as he steps outside onto the gray asphalt of the bus stop and quickly disappears across the next street. When the train starts up again with a slight jolt, he is left alone in the wagon that smells of sweat and plastic. He lets his gaze wander unobtrusively over the abandoned seats and finally, with a relieved breath, brushes a strand of his black hair from his face before carefully removing his sunglasses. It is already gloomy enough around him without the glasses swallowing the sparse red-gold rays of the evening sun, which flicker to the rhythm of the roaring train through the smeared windows. But if he wants to avoid attracting unpleasant attention, he has to be satisfied with the dreary, gloomy view of the world that his sunglasses offer him. When he lifts his head and turns his eyes to one of the windows across the street, he inevitably flinches, the big city landscape flying past seems so bright to him, although the cloak of twilight is already creeping over it. As if in a trance, he looks at his irregularly flickering reflection, which is bathed in a soft red by the incidence of light. A slight smile flashes over his face as he looks into the reddish shining eyes of his reflection. When the whole of his self is so wrapped in the glow of twilight, the unnatural color of his eyes is no longer noticeable ... However, when the train disappears into the gap between two multi-storey, gray concrete buildings and the warm sunlight is suddenly swallowed, that too freezes Smile on his face. The blood-red eyes of his reflection are still staring at him. Glitter like two rubies in his now almost colorless face. He forces himself to avert his gaze and instead observes an empty, dented Redbull can, which is rolling quietly from one end of the aisle to the other, clinking to himself. Suddenly he notices how dry his mouth actually is. He wonders when he last had a drink, but can't remember it. The hunger has long since left him. He has given way to a vague feeling of emptiness, which he can live with right now ... at least for now.
The distorted voice of the train driver penetrates his thoughts with an uncomfortably tinny tone. He doesn't understand a single word and instead tries to find his way around the old timetable that is posted above the row of windows.A dark green graffiti covers the part of the map that is of interest to him. He hopes the terminus is a while away. He would love to take this tram to the end of the world ... unfortunately the line only extends to the end of the city. His money had just gotten to the third stop. He has not yet considered how he would get on on the outskirts, but that does not concern him. It's not the first time he's headed out of town with nothing but the clothes he's wearing.
He lets his head fall back, stretches out his legs and closes his eyes. The monotonous rattle of the wheels on the tracks blurs into a gentle rustling while he tries to concentrate on his own heartbeat. The regularity of the throbbing in his chest calms him down. A few days ago he had feared that his heart would tear if his pulse quickened just a little ... How could a single look throw him off course? A vague shudder goes through him as he thinks back to those ice-blue eyes. Those eyes where one look made him feel like he was falling into an endless sea and sinking into the bottom forever ... As if he had drowned in the depths of those eyes ...
For a moment, the throbbing in his chest sounds erratic. He gently shakes his head and pensively runs a hand through his hair. He has lived in this city for four years without anyone knowing his secret. For four long years he had done everything to go unnoticed and to drown in the multitude of anti-individual ghost beings who call themselves residents. And now all his efforts were in vain just because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and looked that one girl in the azure eyes?
With a long sigh, he leans forward and buries his face in his hands. No matter how hard he tries, he just can't forget her, and that worries him. He's been worried all day, so much so that he got on that tram about an hour ago, intending to leave town forever. He knew there was no other way. Almost a week had passed since those indefinable eyes began to rule his thinking. A week in which he had neither eaten nor drank nor slept. For days he had wandered aimlessly, looking for that curse that tormented him so much, and at the same time on the run from it. In the end, his common sense had triumphed. If he had met her again, it would have been her death ... and therefore his too. At the thought of her, he catches himself running his tongue over the pointed ends of his canine teeth. The guilty conscience flashes through his body like lightning and without really knowing why, he jumps up and paces restlessly back and forth.His heartbeat has lost its calming monotony and is also forcing his breathing to accelerate. The abandoned wagon suddenly seems unexpectedly small to him. The wobbling of the train threatens to throw him off balance, so he clings to one of the vertical metal bars in an almost panic-like manner, closes his eyes and leans his aching head against it. The metal feels pleasantly cool on his forehead. He takes a deep breath and fixes his thoughts on the sound of the Redbull can rolling by. A loud screeching drowns out the clatter of the tin can as the train leans forward with a groan and loses speed. It doesn't move a millimeter until a slight jerk indicates that the train has finally come to a standstill and the incomprehensible voice from the loudspeaker prompts all passengers to alight. As the doors open unmistakably, a light breeze blows into the compartment. Almost eagerly he takes in the fresh air and digs out his sunglasses with slightly trembling hands. Before she plunges his surroundings into darkness again, he takes one last quick look at his reflection in the window. The dark circles under his glowing eyes make him feel a kind of tiredness. He is relieved to find that his exhaustion fortunately has a soothing effect on his overheated mood. He puts on his glasses and steps out of the car onto the platform. With his head bowed and his hands buried in his jacket pockets, he walks slowly along the train until he arrives at the front of the first car.
Less than three steps away from him, suddenly a young woman, packed with a heavy suitcase, steps out of the train and turns to stone at the sight of him. Without really knowing why, he raises a hand and slowly takes off his sunglasses. Neither of the two says a word.
Only her blond, long hair is blowing restlessly in the wind, as if she were immersed in a dance, untouched by the situation, and on her light skin lies the shimmering shimmer of the sun, which is about to disappear behind the roof of the station. There is an expression of mute astonishment in her azure blue eyes ... accentuated by the ruby-red play of colors of the twilight ...