Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9FWJC3YC0HBNGXVNF7ZP3

Rain hammered the station roof, disguising footsteps and whispered arguments. Detective Mara Kline watched commuters scatter, clutching umbrellas like shields. The last train had already left, but nobody seemed departing. Instead, a nervous crowd pressed inward, orbiting the shuttered restroom. A guard waved urgently, spotting Mara's familiar plain gray overcoat. She pushed through murmuring bodies, perfume and wet wool mingling. The restroom door gaped open, chained awkwardly to cleaning equipment. Inside, fluorescent light flickered, painting everything jaundiced and disturbingly uncertain. The corpse sat upright on the toilet, suit meticulously pressed. Only his eyes were wrong, focused upward, astonished, still calculating. Water dripped steadily from the ceiling, ticking seconds between heartbeats. Mara noted the silence first, heavier than any gathered suspicion. No one screamed now; the fear had turned inward, watchful. Somebody here knew him, Mara thought, and wasn't surprised enough. Outside, the rain intensified, trapping every witness inside with murder.