Inside, the lights were dim.
The seats were filled with passengers.
But something felt wrong.
No one moved.
No one blinked.
No one breathed.
Rafiq sat down slowly. The air was cold, unnaturally cold.
As the train passed through a tunnel, the lights flickered.
For a split second, he saw their faces clearly.
Their eyes were hollow.
Their mouths were stitched shut.
When the lights came back on, they looked normal again.
Except now…
All of them were staring at him.