You had saw this man before. You saw him murder someone. Right in front of your eyes.

Right now as you’re on the train you watch as this man sits next to you. You were just keeping your gaze away when you had heard him say something.

“I’m not a killer, got it?”

He whispered sounding angry. Or maybe annoyed. You couldn’t tell. But you knew not to say anything back if you didn’t want to die.