In the heart of the city, as the clock neared midnight, Lin Xia hurried into a nearly deserted subway station. She was desperate to catch the last train home before the frigid night claimed her. High heels clacked against the tiled floor, and a grimace crossed her face as pain shot through her foot. Yet, the chill of the evening air drove her forward, amplifying the unsettling silence around her. On the platform, she noticed a man dressed in a black trench coat, his head bowed as he clutched a yellowed train ticket tightly in his hand. There was something unsettling about him, a presence that lingered, making her instinctively step to the side. Was it the late hour or something more? When the train arrived, it rushed in with a gust of cold air. The man uttered a simple question about Songshan Station. Lin Xia felt a chill; that station had been abandoned for over a decade. Suddenly, the train jolted violently, the lights flickered, and when the chaos subsided, the man had vanished, leaving behind only that mysterious ticket. As she stepped off the train, Lin Xia placed the ticket reverently into the lost-and-found box. It felt like a silent tribute to a tragedy long past, reminding her of the delicate nature of time and memory. With the wind rustling through the station, the box's lock clicked shut, sealing an untold story that might never be fully understood.