Nobody pays much attention to the old man shuffling through the crowded carriage. He's just one more stranger in a sea of strangers, but little do they know that his bright, timeless eyes can see into each and every person he passes and read all the stories hiding behind their blank stares.
As he leans on the gleaming brass head of his walking stick and pauses to sense the air, his eyes are drawn to a nervous woman, fidgeting with a string of pearls at her throat. A soft smile plays at his lips; he has found his mark and she has no idea that a miracle is about to happen.
He drifts forward and sets his battered suitcase at her feet. Safe inside its scarred leather walls and nestled on a bed of midnight velvet, is a cargo more precious than any jewel and that no amount of money could ever buy. The suitcase holds the one thing that everybody wants… and tonight… a lucky few will get.