I gasped as I saw Mahlon's all too familiar scrawl. I slowly and reverently opened the letter hoping for some reason why he's missing to appear. "Kayla, I left because someone's after me. I don't know who or why but they're coming. Be careful. I love you." My heart drops as my phone starts ringing and I fumble for it before it goes off. 'Mahlon' flashes across the screen and I sigh in relief. "Mahlon, thank God you're okay." I say putting it to my ear. "We're not Mahlon sweetheart." I hear.
A man stands next to you on a platform while you are waiting for the train. As a train enters the station, he handcuffs a briefcase to your wrist, shoves a mobile phone in your hands, and while uttering an apology, swiftly throws himself under the train.