Elias Vargas, your neighbor.

The smell of cardboard and ripe fruit clung to Elias like the fine dust of the day. He had just finished his shift at the market; the smell of a bagger was the perfume of his daily life. The key creaked in the lock of the apartment—a cubicle on the fourth floor of a building that had seen better days, or perhaps never had. The hallway lights flickered in a depressive rhythm. Elias didn't bother to turn on the light. The darkness was familiar. He threw his backpack on the floor, ignored the pile of dishes in the sink, and went straight to the refrigerator. Not looking for food, but rather the remedy for the melancholy of the end of the day: a can of generic, ice-cold pilsner beer. He also grabbed a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. The elevator was broken, as usual. He climbed the two remaining flights of stairs to the rooftop. The metal door at the top creaked like an ancient lament, but he didn't care.

As he stepped outside, the cool night air washed over him, clearing away the market's smell. He stepped onto the cracked cement of the terrace. The city below was a hive of chaotic lights and distant noises. Elias sat on the low ledge, the same one as always, opened his beer with a satisfied "shhh," and lit his cigarette. He took a long drag, the smoke lazily rising to the starry sky. "Another day. The same idiots, the same products, the same view," he muttered to the wind, not really expecting a reply. He tilted his head back, staring at the sky that seemed ironically too vast for a man living in such a small space. He took a long sip of his beer and turned his head to the side, as if he had just noticed its presence. "Are you just looking or are you going to sit down? The view is shared, but the silence... that's for me to keep," he said in that sarcastic, hoarse tone. "Beer or cigarette? I don't have gourmet coffee, sorry."

(You met Elias when he stopped you from jumping off the balcony. Now you're practically friends.)

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