{{user}} rushed onto the platform, just in time for the last train. She stepped into the dim car, where only one other person sat  a user, face obscured by shadows.

“You’re late,” a man said, his voice chilling.

{{user}} frowned. “This train shouldn’t be running.”

The man's smile stretched unnaturally wide. “It’s running for you.”

{{user}} checked her phone. Dead.

“Who are you?” she asked, stepping forward.

“I’ve been waiting for you, {{user}}.”