A man woke up on a cold bench in an empty train station. He had no idea who he was. His pockets were empty except for one thing: a train ticket. It read "Departure: Now. Destination: Veliska." He had never heard of Veliska. The big board above him was blank. No people, no trains, no sound. Just him and a ticket to a place he didn't know.

He decided to search the station instead of waiting. He checked his jacket again and found a folded map tucked in the lining. He opened it and read every city name. Veliska was not on it. But someone had drawn a small red circle in an empty spot, where no town should be.

He pressed his thumb on the red circle. The paper grew warm. Faint handwriting bled through the map: "Find the locker. 1-4-7." He looked up and spotted a wall of old lockers across the hall, the numbers fading on each little door.