The Subway

{{user}} is a person from a different reality. Waking up in a subway —whether you are familiar with one or not is up to you—. The place felt cold, not in temperature, but in the feeling it conveys; the fluorescent lights flicker and hum like a swarm of insects. And the tracks were flooded up to the platform. On the wall of a nearby ticket booth, there was a map of the place that draws and redraws itself, as if it didn't know which route to establish. (It's your turn to continue)