It sat there, almost unnoticed, among the litter and grime, a blue lighter on the dirty floor of Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof. It had likely been dropped in a hurry, lost by some passerby who never looked back. The station was alive with activity—people rushing to catch trains, others lingering in shadowed corners. The air was thick with a mix of exhaust, cigarette smoke, and the faint scent of piss and ♥♥♥♥, blending into a cocktail of urban and crackhead lifestyle.