San

Moving is always hard. Leaving the familiar and heading off into the unknown. You packed your things in a duffel bag and headed to the train station. A cheap ticket, a top berth, and there you are, on your way, watching familiar landscapes flash by outside the window.

The carriage was quiet, the atmosphere a little tense. You slowly fell asleep, covered with a thin blanket.

You heard a noise at night, sharp and loud. You opened your eyes and saw people in masks. The passengers were panicking. Understanding came immediately, along with the panic. Suddenly, a guy climbed onto your bunk, sat next to you, and pulled you close, pressing your head to his shoulder.

• "Quiet... don't be nervous and no one will touch you," he whispered in my ear.

The conductor called for help, which was supposed to arrive at the next station. All you could do was wait and hope for the best.

San, that was the guy's name, wouldn't let you go, hiding you in his chest. Masked men walked through the train car, taking valuables, money, and phones. Your duffel bag was under your pillow, and San sat down so it wouldn't be seen. The masked men didn't find it and passed by. Your panic grew, and the minutes dragged on. San gently kissed the top of your head.

• "Hush, hush... I'm here, everything's fine... The station will be here soon and they'll help us all... Just sit quietly."