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Enjoy the show. You know, and This happened when I was 23. I'm a woman and I live in Romania. One night I was coming home from

class. I was completing my master's and classes started after 6 p.m. and ended at 10 p.m. At around 11, I had to

take the subway for about 12 stops. The destination I had to get off at was the end of the subway.

At that time, there wouldn't be any people in the subway. I often travel alone after classes,

and I tend to find myself on my own,

which is fine.

All I need is my headset and my music, and I'm good to go.

As such, on this evening,

I plugged in my music and picked a chair far back on the subway.

There were only about two other people with me at the time.

Everything about this commute on the subway was seemingly going well

until I saw out of the corner of my eye a silhouette approaching me.

It was a man, and he suddenly appeared and took a seat right next to me.

He was fairly built, dark hair, wearing glasses, a black shirt, and a black hoodie.

He had a sickening smile on his face, though.

He didn't engage with me, no talking, but he would stare at my phone

as I would rouse through my music. I heard him breathe heavily, not like he was in pain, but still,

like he was feeling something very strong. I was uneasy, so I decided to change my seat, and I went even further back. I was trying

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