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It was late when Maya finally got on the bus. The streets were empty, and the driver didn’t say a word when she tapped her card. She sat near the middle. The bus was quiet… too quiet. At the next stop, someone got on. A tall man. Hood up. Face hidden. He didn’t sit. Just stood near the back. Maya glanced at him once, then looked away. Something felt… off. A few minutes later, she checked her phone. No signal. That’s weird. She looked up again. The man was closer now. She frowned. Had he moved? S