Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA8SRP478PDYRRRDSZ8Z03

Rain hammered the station roof as Detective Mara Quinn arrived. The last train had left, but one passenger remained tonight. He sat upright, eyes open, throat sliced to cartilage cleanly. Fluorescent lights flickered, painting everyone sickly shades of suspicion inside. Mara noted blood spatter patterns, delicate constellations across cracked tiles. The station master hovered nearby, twisting keys like nervous rosary. Outside, thunder drowned sirens, trapping them inside a temporary world. She checked pockets, finding no wallet, just a damp ticket. Its ink had bled, except for two legible words tonight. Mara glanced up, catching the security camera's single dead eye. Someone had planned darkness, then counted on the storm's noise. Footsteps approached cautiously, echoing like apologies along the platform length. Anxious officers arrived late, dripping rainwater, already rehearsing excuses quietly. Mara raised a hand, preserving silence like fragile crime glass. Somewhere beneath metal tracks, a phone vibrated, unheard, still ringing. The dead man's screen glowed, displaying her own unanswered number.