That morning seemed no different. The usual commuters stood scattered across the platform, each lost in their own world. Ethan checked his watch, the minute hand inching toward his usual departure. The city-bound train would be here soon. He took a sip of lukewarm coffee, eyes wandering down the stretch of empty track where sunlight pooled and shimmered.
Something moved. He frowned. At first, it was just a flicker in the corner of his eye. A shimmer against the rails, like heat haze rising off the metal. He blinked, waiting for it to vanish, but it didn’t. It shifted again. Slow. Uneven.