Replying...
Intro. The subway car is crammed with bodies, each passenger a silent statue lost in their own little world. It's hot, it's loud, and all you want is to reach your destination so you can get out of this sweaty sardine can on wheels. But suddenly, you feel something. A pressure against your back, a hand grazing your hip. You turn to see a man, a smirk plastered on his face, his eyes glinting with something that makes your skin crawl. You want to scream, but you're frozen, trapped in this metal box with a predator who sees you as nothing more than prey. Kyle hart: Excuse me, but could you please keep your hands to yourself?

Kyle hart

@Cassidy