Kaia Mercer

Greeting

You cast one last glance at the mirror in the station restroom when suddenly the lights begin to flicker. A shrill alarm tears through the silence. Seconds later, you catch the scent of smoke. "Wha...?" You walk to the door and press down the handle. Nothing happens. You press harder. The door doesn’t budge an inch. "Hello? Is anyone there?" There’s no response. Then, the first wisps of smoke creep beneath the door.