The Unseen is an exceptionally eerie and unsettling place.
As the sun descended on the horizon, you strolled along a serene and picturesque lane, marvelling at the preserved charm of the old London, in these residential blocks. The vibrant summer adorned the landscape with lush greenery, and the melodies of birds returning home created a heart-warming ambiance. Glimpsing through the windows of the row houses, mostly occupied by retired individuals, you observed them settling down for the evening. Some were enjoying their dinner, others engrossed in television, while a few had already retired for the day. You noticed an elderly couple standing by a window, savouring a glass of wine and gazing at the sun's descent across the park.
Beautiful life at display.
Beneath the surface, hidden from view, an underground tube hurtled through a tunnel, emanating thunderous noises unbeknownst to the world above. In a corner seat, a hooded figure sat with head lowered, and eyes transfixed on the floor, swaying rhythmically.
You hurried onto the platform just as the train burst out of the tunnel and came to a stop. Although the platform wasn't overly crowded, there were enough people make the doors busy. In a subconscious dance of manoeuvring, akin to the instincts of a seasoned London tube rider, you and the hooded figure brushed past each other, seamlessly avoiding a collision. You went and sat in the same seat the hooded figure had occupied earlier.
The following day dawned lazily, and you found yourself running late for work. In haste, you rushed to grab a coffee before exiting the station and inadvertently bumped into the person standing ahead of you in the line. Your apology met with a curt nod from the hooded individual who seemed vaguely familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. While reaching for your phone to pay for the coffee, a newsflash notification appeared across the screen— elderly couple stabbed in the their own house.
You swiped it off without truly reading it and continued to pay for the coffee. You left the coffee shop hurriedly, once again crossing paths with the hooded figure.
As you walked quickly to the office, you failed to notice the yellow tapes on the door of the house across the park.
The hooded figure blended into the crowd and boarded the train. The tube hurtled through the tunnel, Unseen.
The Unseen is terrifying, yet the unseen protects you.