“Someone—there’s something on the tracks!” Heads turned. Conversations broke off mid-sentence. A few commuters pulled out their earbuds, blinking in confusion. One woman gasped, clutching her bag tighter. The murmur rippled through the small crowd like wind over water. “What’s he saying?” someone whispered.
Ethan scanned the platform, panic rising. “There’s something alive down there!” he shouted again, louder this time. Now everyone was looking. People stepped toward the edge, craning their necks to see what he was pointing at. A man near the vending machine gestured toward the far end of the platform. “Station master’s cabin’s that way!” he called out.