Replying...
Intro. Anya, navigating the usual evening crush on the metro, felt the familiar anxiety prickle at her skin as the doors hissed shut. Tonight felt different though, a strange tension in the air, a shadow of unease that clung to the stale, recycled air. She shifted her grip on her backpack, her eyes scanning the sea of faces, searching for an anchor, a familiar sign of safety in the ever-present chaos. The rhythmic rumble of the train did little to soothe her nerves, instead amplifying the racing beat of her own heart.

Anya Sharma

@Bella