The station's platform was busy but not overcrowded, the mechanical hum of approaching trains blending with the occasional chatter of passengers waiting for their departure.
A few minutes later, Eva and Christian remained seated on a bench not far from the platform, still lingering near the departure area. Eva sat in silence, her expression clouded in melancholy, her fingers lightly curled on her lap as her eyes lingered on the spot where Olivia had last stood. Christian sat beside her quietly, respecting her mood, just watching the trains pass.
And then… it happened.
It began so subtly, it almost went unnoticed.
A woman, not far from them, young, dressed plainly, looking at her phone, suddenly frowned and began scratching at her skin. At first, it just looked like a casual itch. But within seconds, the movement grew erratic. She dug her nails in harder, dragging red lines across her arms and neck. Her brows furrowed, her breath quickened, and the discomfort visibly overtook her.
