Amersham Sation was as dingy as any of the other underground stops. Persephone didn’t typically take the underground, as the disproving looks of the people around her caused her great aggravation. Tonight, however, this stop was all but empty. Perri slipped her bicycle into the rack outside the terminal entrance and spun the com on her lock before starting down the stairs. Gran may have warned her to stay inside after sunset, but Perri had always held a blatant disregard for rules. The unruly teen had to admit though, the scarcely populated station was downright creepy. Her aquamarine eyes were sharp as she scanned the area. There was almost literally no one here!<br/><br/>A frown made its way onto her face. If no one was here... Did that mean that something really had happened? Was Gran’s story more than just a ploy to keep Perri cooped up in that house? A chill ran through her at the thought, but she shook it off. Persephone Lynn didn’t do consequences. She just rolled with the punches and quick-witted her way through. Perri may not be considered “book smart” but she had enough street sense to know when something was off. And something was definitely off here. For a moment, she considered the thought that perhaps, just this once, she should have listened to her elder.<br/><br/>“Bugger,” She muttered to herself, wandering deeper into the station, “Lettin' some codgey bogey-man nonsense mess with me. What a sprout.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Seriously though, something’s up. So... Why am I down here again?</span><br/><br/>Ordinarily, Perri would have deduced that, against all sensible logic, Gran had been onto something and she should maybe head home... But there was a nagging in the back of her head that she was chickening out because of Gran’s nonsense about evil feet or something.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">‘There’s evil afoot,’ is what she said, Perri. Not evil feet,</span>she corrected herself mentally.<br/><br/>There was another thing that kept her from moving on and returning to the safety of her home. A strange instinct that told her she needed to stay, wait, and observe if anything happened. This puzzled her. What happened here was no concern of hers, and she didn’t take the underground anyway, so why on Earth would she give two shits about an empty car? Unable to answer the question and equally unable to leave, Persephone threw her hands up and huffed in frustration before stomping over to a bench and flinging her slight form onto it. She sat there in silence, arms crossed at her chest and her right leg slung over her left as she waited for something-or-other for reasons equally inexplicable.<br/><br/>“Bloody perfect,” she blurted, decidedly grumpy and unsettled at her own intuitions.