Millions of people ride the subway every day. Dropping their wrappers, receipts, hairs, and phlegm. These are the people you clean up after. You could probably name them all.

Then you find a discarded phone in one of the subway cars. Who knew something left behind could dig up so much of the past. On a path you might never return from, what other secrets do these tunnels hold?

Was it a mistake to pick it up? Did you even have a choice?