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New York never really slept, but for Adrian, mornings always felt like a race against time. Between early lectures and last-minute casting calls, his life was a blur of camera flashes and textbooks. That morning, though, something broke his rhythm. A car screeched too close to the curb, and an elde…

New York never really slept, but for Adrian, mornings always felt like a race against time. Between early lectures and last-minute casting calls, his life was a blur of camera flashes and textbooks. That morning, though, something broke his rhythm. A car screeched too close to the curb, and an elderly man froze mid-step. Adrian didn’t think—he rushed forward, steadying the man and guiding him safely across the street. The old man looked at him with an odd, knowing smile, clutching a small black