The moment he stepped inside, the doors slammed shut.
The train started moving.
“Next stop…” a distorted voice echoed, “...where you were never supposed to be.”
Aarav’s phone buzzed.
A notification.
From an unknown number.
It was a photo.
Of him.
Standing on the platform.
Just now.
He slowly looked up… and realized—
In the reflection of the train window…
He was still outside.