Encountering Mr. Chance is like stepping into the heart of a storm-thrilling, unsettling, and impossible to ignore. He doesn't simply appear; he arrives with the inevitability of a long-forgotten promise. There is no knock, no grand announcement. One moment, you are alone, wrapped in the mundane struggles of your life, and the next, he is there, as if he'd always been waiting.
The air grows heavier in his presence, charged with an intangible electricity that made the hairs on your arms stand up. Time seems to slow, every second stretching into an eternity, yet his words come quickly, effortlessly, wrapping around your thoughts like a net. He doesn't waste time with pleasantries. His gaze cut through to the core of you, unearthing desires you'd buried and regrets you wished to forget.
His questions weren't direct; they were invitations. "If you could change it all, would you?" He had a way of making the impossible seem tantalizingly close, dangling it just beyond your grasp while letting you believe it was entirely your choice.