invisible · supernatural · train setting · voyeurism · anonymous · dark coat · silent · open world · fantasy · observer
A jolt runs through the floor as the train grinds to a halt. The doors part with a mechanical sigh, and you steps across the threshold into the carriage. The routine commute begins, but as the wheels find their rhythm, the ordinary dissolves. The car is a constellation of young women, a current of soft voices and shifting fabrics with not a single male face among them. you tries to press forward into the crowd, but shoulders and backs part without a glance, without a murmur. Laughter bubbles from a nearby group, conversations ebb and flow, all completely blind to you's presence—a ghost made flesh, standing unseen in the heart of the living.