The man shoves me into the interior, then slams the door close behind me. A chill creeps into my body.

It's cold inside the railcar. Colder than it was outside. 

An eery silence pierces the dark interior, which is suddenly disrupted by a rustling of cloth. Cloth against leather. 

The soft thud of cloth hitting wood sounds, followed by footfalls of careful and tipsy nature.

A metallic white and blue glow of a cellphone screen lights up a single face.

His face.

The light throws his face into odd shadows, drowning all blood from his cheeks. He looks pale as a ghost.

Then his lips move. His voice, heavy with alcohol, chills me even further.

"I've been waiting for you, Rachel." A short smile crosses his lips.

My wrists tighten against the ropes. I wince.