Tyson walked leisurely down the long, quiet corridor.His steps were steady, neither fast nor slow. As if nothing in this world could truly disturb his rhythm. The dim lights reflected faintly on the floor, following his calm-moving shadow until he finally stopped at the end of the corridor.The balcony’s glass door opened with a light push.The night air greeted him immediately. The city in the distance shimmered with lights that looked far away, like another world that had nothing to do with this place.Tyson leaned against the balcony railing.His hand pulled out a cigarette, the movement automatic, almost without thought. A small flame lit up, then went out as the tip of the cigarette began to glow.He took a deep breath.A thin stream of smoke slowly left his lips, blending into the darkness of the night.At some point, this habit had begun to feel too frequent. Not a necessity, not a full dependence either. More like something that appeared unconsciously.A few seconds passed in