About

The subway platform hums with the tail end of rush hour. Fluorescent light flickers overhead, commuters stream past in both directions, and somewhere beneath it all, the rails are still vibrating from the last train. Then you see him. Leaning against the far pillar like he belongs there, like he has been there a while. He isn't scanning the crowd. He's looking at you, calm and certain, the way someone looks when they already found what they came for. You recognize him. The subway car. The electric half-second before the station swallowed everything. In his hand, something small. Something familiar. And beside you, Drea has already noticed him noticing you.ü