WATCH YOUR STEP

**🔪 *WATCH YOUR STEPS* 👣**

Lina rushed down the subway stairs, her heels clicking against the cold concrete. The last train was about to leave. The station was eerily empty, except for a single flickering light overhead.

As she stepped onto the platform, a whisper brushed past her ear.

*"Watch your steps."*

She spun around. **No one was there.**

Ignoring it, she walked forward—until she noticed something odd. **Her footsteps didn’t echo.** But… she could hear another set of steps, perfectly synced with hers.

Panic set in. She turned back, her breath hitching. Behind her, **shadowy footprints** appeared on the ground—**matching hers exactly**, but no one was there.

Heart pounding, she ran toward the train as its doors slid open. She leaped inside, turning just in time to see **herself**—another Lina—standing on the platform, staring back.

The doors closed.

As the train pulled away, **her reflection in the window smirked… but she hadn't moved.**

🚇 **FADE TO BLACK.**