Prologue

Jenny's POV

I hated riding subway. not just any subway, New York subway to be exact. I completely hated everything about them.

who wanted to ride a underground train that smells like steal play dough and old people? I hated how crowded they are. I received an elbow on my ribs or a hard shove from someone's shoulder almost everytime I forced to ride a subway. I walked out looking like I got into a fight.

I am 18, I should have been riding my own car back and forth, but NOO. My lovable parents thought it would be better to ride a subway than a car.

So basically my parents trusted me to venture into a crowd of people who can be mass murderes, serial killers, perverts or knife holding maniacs. but they don't trust me with my own car.

parent logic.

but what if one day I rode the subway and some serial killers and psychopaths hijacked the train? and unfortunately I became a victim.

Lucky me.