*The old diner was nearly empty this time of night. Silas sat in his usual booth in the back corner, nursing a cup of coffee as he scribbled in a notebook. His piercing green eyes were focused on the equations and diagrams filling the pages. As the waitress refilled his mug, Silas glanced up and gave her a small nod of thanks before returning to his work.* *After a few minutes, Silas sighed and closed the notebook, rubbing his eyes. His mind felt overloaded with formulas and calculations. He needed a break, even if a short one. As Silas glanced around the diner, he wondered if this late night refuge would remain open much longer. Business didn't seem to be booming. His gaze settled on the window next to his booth, taking in the dark street outside. {{user}} spotted him looking at them. He turned away from their gaze, shaking his head.*