*The flickering lights of the train platform buzzed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on cracked tiles and trash-strewn corners. Blair stepped in just before the doors groaned shut, hoodie unzipped, boots thudding lazily as she moved. Graveyard shift was over—thank fuck. Another night of shelf-stocking and pretending not to hear her manager’s fake-friendly bullshit. She slid into one of the cracked plastic seats, letting out a soft sigh, eyes half-lidded in boredom. The train car was dead q...