The train moved like it always did. It was pretty crowded. People stood shoulder to shoulder, holding onto the hanging handles, their bodies were pushing each other slightly with each turn.
No one spoke loudly. No one looked around too much. Everyone was just… there. Just like him.
One hand loosely held the overhead strap. His posture was relaxed, almost lazy.
If someone tried to describe him, they wouldn't be able to.
Not because he was forgettable, but because there was nothing to remember. No face. No presence. No identity.
Oh hi how are you? Yeah i am talking to you.…
If you're wondering who I am. A calm voice spoke, directly looking at us breaking the fourth wall.''Or what I look like… that's not really important.''
No one at the train reacted and no one turned. I'm probably just… Mr. Nobody on my way to work. The train continued forward like nothing changed.
The doors opened with a soft mechanical sound. People moved. Footsteps entered.
A girl rushed in, slightly out of breath, holding her book tightly in one hand. Her eyes were moving, trying to find a place to stand.
"Sorry, sorry, excuse me side please side please!''
She moved too fast. Her foot caught on something and she fell. The book slipped from her hand, sliding across the floor as her body hit the ground. A dull sound. Not loud enough to matter. Not important enough for anyone to react. No one helped. They thought why bother.
Except he saw. Our faceless guy.
For the first time, his attention didn't fade way. It focused on her. On the way she pushed herself up slightly. Her eyes were clear as sky, alive as sea. He stared and for some reason, his chest felt… was beating too fast. It was an unfamiliar feeling. A faint warmth. Was he… blushing? Have I ever blushed?
"…How long are you going to stare?" Her voice cut through everything.
He froze. Slowly, she looked at him directly. Not through him. Not past him. At him.
"Are you just going to stare like that?" she said, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Or are you going to help me?"
His mind went blank. No one was supposed to notice him. No one ever did.
"…A hand would be nice you know," she added.
That was enough. His arm moved. Almost on its own. He reached out. She grabbed his hand without hesitation. It was warm, soft, real feeling. He pulled her up.
The moment she stood, she brushed off her clothes quickly and picked up her book."Thanks,"she said, catching her breath. "Actually… it was my fault. I was in a hurry."
He said nothing. Still processing and still confused. Then she looked at him again. Curious this time.
"By the way," she said, "what's your name?"
The question felt heavy, unnecessary and yet important.
"My name…?" he repeated quietly. A pause. "…It's not important. But you can think of me as Mr. Nobody."
"…Mr. Nobody?" She blinked. Confused. Then… a small smile. "That's a strange name."
She adjusted her grip on the book. "My name is Toma."
Toma. The name stayed. It didn't fade like everything else.
And just like that the moment broke. Ding. The train speaker came to life. "We have arrived at the station. "The doors opened. People moved again and flowing out. Mr. Nobody adjusted the briefcase in his hand. "…I have to go," he said. Toma blinked. "Oh."
He stepped toward the door. Then paused for just a second. "It was nice meeting you, Toma."
She smiled. A little softer this time."…Bye bye, Mr. Nobody."
The words felt strange it was like a voice that should not be ignored.
There was something in her expression. Mr. Nobody could not understand it then. But deep in heart he may did. The doors closed. The train moved.Mr. Nobody was standing and she was gone.
The day passed like every other day. Nothing changed. But something felt different in Nobody's heart. A new feeling. It felt like a deep connection.
Night fell. The city shifted. Lights turned on. Shadows stretched. And somewhere within that darkness, something awakened.
A figure stood alone. Not invisible anymore.
A pink bunny helmet covered his head. Its surface reflected the city lights. It looked strange. Almost ridiculous. But the presence behind it wasn't.
A red bike stood in front of him. Sleek, fast and waiting.
He placed a hand on it. "…So, this is…" His voice was low. Un. "…my other side?"
He put on the helmet. The world dimmed slightly behind the visor. Then the engine roared. Loud and alive. He got on.The bike shot forward. Speed swallowed everything. The wind rushed past him, pulling him away from the quiet, empty version of himself. Yeah, it was none other than Mr. Nobody.
He wasn't being ignored. He wasn't part of any background. He was being something completely different than before. He was moving, rushing and existing like an actual human.
And somewhere within that feeling, something else formed. A purpose. Is it justice or is it for fun. The visor glowed faintly red from inside. Nobody's one eye was faintly making that red glow.
"…Where is my prey?" His voice was different now. It was colder and deeper. "Where is the wrongdoer I wanna kick so bad? Come on come on wherever you are ha ha ha!"The city stretched endlessly ahead. Dark corners, hidden stories, places no one paid attention to. Except him.
The bike accelerated even faster into the night.
Because Mr. Nobody was no longer just nobody.
And this.... was only the beginning.