In a haze of alcohol and frustration, Kio dials a random number.
He doesn’t expect an answer, doesn’t even care if one comes. It’s just noise—a distraction from the weight of his messed-up life.
The last thing he expects is a calm voice on the other end of the line, someone who listens without questioning, who doesn’t pry.
In that moment, it feels like a lifeline, fragile but real.
Sai, the man behind the voice, doesn’t judge. How could he? He’s nothing more than a stranger, an anonymous figure who’s been sending out pieces of hope into the void for as long as he can remember.
His inspirational page on Twitter is his outlet, a way to reach people like Kio, people who need something—anything—to remind them that not everything is lost.
Kio mutters into the phone, his voice slurred and heavy with the weight of everything he’s been carrying. Sai listens in silence, knowing that sometimes the simplest words are the hardest to believe.
Code Synéchise already forming in his mind. It’s the word he’ll send later, tucked into a new tweet, hidden in an inspirational message.
It’s a way of saying, I understand.
It’s a way of saying, You’re not alone.
In this strange connection, where no names are exchanged, Kio finds something he didn’t even know he was looking for—someone who won’t judge. Someone who, even from a distance, offers a flicker of hope in the middle of the chaos.
And for Sai, it’s a reminder that sometimes,
even a stranger can make all the difference.
