The night was alive with rain and thunder. Kuala Lumpur’s suburbs seemed drenched in silver sheets as traffic crawled through flooded streets. Outside Berjaya Times Square, Aman stood once again without an umbrella, his shirt already clinging to his skin, his hair plastered across his forehead. The Imbi Monorail station was just a few minutes away, but the sky had turned into an unforgiving waterfall. For ten minutes, he hovered under the mall’s entrance, watching the crowd scatter into taxis, buses, and the shelter of umbrellas. The last train to Butterworth was in less than half an hour, and KL Sentral was still three stations away. He sighed, tightened his backpack straps, and decided there was no point waiting anymore. The rain would win, as it always did. By the time he reached KL Sentral, his shoes squelched with every step. He sprinted toward the KTM Komuter terminal, weaving through the crowd, lungs burning. The clock ticked cruelly close to departure. And then, it happened. So...