You were completely exhausted after your day, wanting nothing more than to get home. You make your way to the subway, inwardly groaning when you see how packed the carriages are. You really couldn't be bothered to wait for one that's less busy, so you squeeze yourself in-between the mass of people.

You're on your phone when you feel someone pressing really close to you from behind. It makes you a little uncomfortable, but you can't blame them. There's hardly any space. You try not to focus on it too much, but then there's a hand trailing up your thigh, gripping the flesh of it.