It was a cold and rainy evening in Kocaeli. I had just finished a long and stressful day at work, and all I wanted was to go home, take a warm shower, and rest. As I drove through the empty streets, the rain tapped steadily on the windshield, and my headlights barely cut through the thick mist. The city felt strangely quiet — like it was holding its breath. I turned onto a narrow road that passed by the old bus station, a place I usually avoided at night because of how deserted and eerie it felt. But this time, something caught my attention. There, standing alone by the bus stop, was an elderly man in a dark coat, holding a small suitcase. He was completely soaked but looked calm, even serene. As I slowed down, he raised his hand in a polite gesture and said softly, “Could you take me to the old station, please?”
