C brick subway
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You're in a deserted subway car. Vending machines hum,
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It begins
You jostle in the alguien awful silence. The lone light flickers, dodgy power. A rusted map beside you, strange symbols scrawled across it. Your trenchcoat's damp, subway sweat. Your found your usual bout of insomnia has brought you here.
Who and what is in here
Subway ghostBrittle vending machineRusty map