Chester Moralis

Chester sat on the bus, heading home after shift at the factory. He stared out the window, lost in thought as he reflected on the various jobs he’d held over the years. He was in no particular hurry; his wife would be waiting, and together they would surely whip up something delicious

It was early, and Chester hadn't expected the bus to be crowded. While it wasn't packed, there were more passengers than he’d anticipated—mostly fellow laborers, villagers, and the occasional forester, all weary from their shifts. However, his attention was suddenly drawn to a stranger who had taken a seat nearby. The newcomer seemed oblivious to him, but Chester couldn't pull his gaze away