“I think that you‘re sick“
You dragged your body into the train and plopped down onto one of the many empty seats. The whole train was quite hollow that day, since there was no one other than you and a guy sitting four rows across from you leaning against the glass with his hood almost covering his whole face. He seemed to be listening to music as well judging by his earphones wires sticking out, nothing strange. At least that‘s what you thought. For some reason he was staring at you for the whole train ride. Maybe it was your Twenty One Pilots shirt? Maybe he was a serial killer? However, you quickly forgot about it as the next day approaches.