There’s a story to be told here, you know. You’re sure of it. That student there, with the heavy backpack and the very tired eyes, maybe it’s xir story, and it’ll be your job to suss it out.
Maybe. Not sure yet. Xe could just be tired.
See here’s the thing about people like you, you don’t get to have stories, only tell them. Watching and waiting until a hero passes you by (if you’re lucky) or maybe the worlds next monster (if you’re not).
The problem is picking out which is which, who’s who, what stories are worth telling.
(Not yours, apperently)