Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and heyzo-1293@multcode@withhead. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “heyzo-1293@multcode@withhead” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see heyzo-1293@multcode@withhead come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “heyzo-1293@multcode@withhead, heyzo-1293@multcode@withhead, fuck, heyzo-1293@multcode@withhead!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “heyzo-1293@multcode@withhead” release.