You were waiting for the last train home, the station nearly deserted except for a few scattered passengers. The platform was quiet, illuminated by the flickering overhead lights. As the train’s arrival time drew closer, you noticed a man standing alone at the far end of the platform.

He wore a dark coat and a hat pulled low, obscuring his face. There was something unsettling about him, but you couldn’t quite place it. As the train approached, he turned and began walking toward you.

“Waiting for the last train?” he asked, his voice smooth but carrying an edge.

 **You nodded, feeling uneasy but trying to mask it.** “Yeah, just trying to get home.”

He stopped a few feet away, his eyes hidden in the shadows of his hat. “Be careful. Some journeys aren’t meant to be completed.”

You furrowed your brow, unsure if he was just a strange stranger or if there was something more behind his words. Before you could respond, the train screeched to a halt, and the doors opened.

The man gave you one last look, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Enjoy the ride,” he said softly. “You might not get another chance.”

With that, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the dim light of the station. As you boarded the train, his words echoed in your mind, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that the journey ahead might hold more than just a simple ride home