Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB2TF8S8HRZRNVYKE110Z9

Rain hammered the station roof as the last train wheezed away, abandoning Platform Three to flickering fluorescent ghosts that lingered. Detective Mara Iwasaki watched reflections jitter across puddles, counting footsteps behind her that stubbornly refused matching numbers in the dark. The call had mentioned a body on the tracks, but dispatch's voice carried something heavier than ordinary midnight tragedy tonight. Two uniformed officers waited near the edge, their breath steaming upward like offerings as trains howled unseen through neighboring tunnels. Floodlights bleached the gravel, revealing a man's body sprawled between rails, umbrella still folded neatly beside gloved, bloodless fingers there. No train was scheduled for hours, yet his crushed ribs suggested steel and speed, while immaculate shoes contradicted any desperation. Mara crouched, noticing tiny black crescents beneath his nails, each rimmed with glittering quartz dust that did not belong here. When she rolled him gently, the station clock chimed midnight, and everyone saw his throat was missing an apology entirely.