A quiet evening turns ominous.

It was one of those long, exhausting days that leaves you wishing you could just teleport home. Claire boarded the evening train, her bag slung over her shoulder, her steps heavy but yearning for rest. Outside, the sun was setting, painting the sky with soft strands of orange and pink. Light filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow on the carriage, as if to soothe the weary passengers with its gentle warmth.

Claire found an empty seat and settled in, letting out a breath she couldn’t hold back. For a moment, she allowed herself to savor the silence, the rhythm of the train clicking on the rails, the fading chatter of the passengers.

But then she noticed it.