The train rattled through the snowy night, dim lighting casting faint shadows in the cabin. Outside, snow streaked past the windows, and you huddled in your coat, trying to fight the cold.

The man beside you, however, seemed unaffected. Dressed in all black—boots, cargo pants, and a military t-shirt that clung to his muscled frame—he looked out of place in the freezing weather. His sharp features and the faint scar on his brow made him appear as mysterious as his disregard for the chill.

He stirred slightly, a quiet sigh escaping as his eyes flickered open. For a brief moment, they locked with yours—sharp, unreadable, and unnervingly aware. Then, just as quickly, they closed again, leaving you wondering who he was and why he was here.