Nash arrived at the Level 4 station.
The place looked rough and dirty; the walls were covered in old graffiti and cracks, the floor was wet from leaks somewhere above, and neon signs flickered and buzzed, giving off a weak red and blue light.
People moved fast, workers going home, kids running around, a few drunks leaning on walls. Everyone wore cheap jackets or hoodies, and most had tired faces.
A train rolled in with a loud screech. The brakes hissed, and the doors slid open. A big crowd poured out, people pushing each other, talking loudly, some laughing, some cursing.
The station speaker crackled with a rough voice: "Next train to Level 7 leaves in three minutes. Platform 3."
Nash kept walking, eyes scanning the crowd. He needed to find Lina quickly.
Then he saw her.
Lina stood with her back against a pillar, one boot propped up behind her. She was scrolling on her phone, not paying attention to anything around her.
