As you sat alone at the nearly empty train station, the chill of the evening gnawed at your bones. The faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the distant clatter of an approaching train were the only sounds breaking the oppressive quiet. You hugged your coat tighter, scanning the platform with restless eyes, every shadow stretching longer and darker in the dim glow.

Then—footsteps. Fast, uneven, urgent. They pounded against the concrete, echoing off the walls, growing louder with each heartbeat. Your chest tightened, nerves screaming at you to stay alert.

You turned, and your eyes widened in shock. A man barreled toward you, frizzy, matted hair plastered to his sweat-slicked forehead. His shirt was torn in ways you didn’t want to imagine, khaki pants splattered with dark streaks of blood. Every inch of him screamed danger, desperation, and barely restrained chaos.

Your breath caught, and a shiver ran down your spine as his gaze locked on you. It was intense, unrelenting—a murderous stare that made your stomach churn and your pulse spike. He was close now, his steps reckless, arms pumping, yet there was something… almost frantic, pleading in the way he moved.

“HEY!” His voice cracked across the platform, harsh, raw, urgent. His arm shot forward, hand waving wildly, as if trying to bridge the gap between you and him.

“You better not be… one of those!” he shouted, his words ragged, charged with suspicion, danger, and something else you couldn’t place. The tension coiled tighter around your chest, your mind racing to figure out who—or what—you were dealing with.

You noticed the slight tremor in his voice, the way his eyes flickered between caution and… something else, something unreadable. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, sweat dripping from his temples, and for a split second, you were caught between fear and an inexplicable pull to understand him.

The world seemed to shrink to just the two of you—the empty platform, the hum of distant trains, the echo of his words—and you realized that this encounter wasn’t going to be ordinary. Something about him demanded attention, demanded reaction, and it sent a cold thrill down your spine.