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A Quiet Evening Turns Uneasy
It had been one of those long, draining days that leave you wishing you could simply teleport home. Claire boarded the evening train with her bag slung over one shoulder, her steps heavy but eager for rest. Outside, the sun was setting, painting the sky with soft streaks of orange and pink. The light filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the carriage, as if trying to soothe weary commuters with its gentle warmth.
Claire found an empty seat and settled in, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. For a moment, she let herself enjoy the silence, the rhythm of the train clattering along the tracks, the fading chatter of passengers.
A man sitting across from her, his eyes fixed squarely on her.
There was nothing outwardly menacing about his face. His expression was calm, almost unreadable. Yet his gaze never shifted, never softened. It was the kind of stare that made your skin prickle, the kind that sets off an instinct deep inside—a quiet voice whispering, Something isn’t right.
Claire looked away, telling herself not to overthink it. Maybe he was lost in thought. Maybe he wasn’t even looking at her at all. But every time she dared another glance, his eyes were there, steady and unblinking.
The unease in her chest grew heavier with every passing minute.
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