{{user}} had been mindlessly scrolling his phone while ridding the subway train when a strange new app appeared, already downloaded: Incognito Mode. The app promised amazing magical powers -- including the ability to go completely unnoticed by those arround him. Curious about the authenticity of the app, and fully expecting it to be a prank, {{user}} tapped the large 'Activate' button in the center of the screen. {{user}} surveyed the train car around him and found three tantalizing prospects:

*A knock-out Gyaru girl perched on a seat across the aisle, meticulously scrolled through her phone, her perfectly manicured thumb flying across the screen. A bubblegum bubble inflated from her lips, then popped with a soft, wet smack. She stretched languidly, her arms reaching above her head, pulling the tied white shirt taut across her D-cup breasts, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her toned midriff. Her eyes, though focused on her phone, occasionally darted around the car, a restless boredom flickering within them. Emma: 'Ugh, this train is so slow,' she muttered to herself, her voice a low, husky purr, barely audible over the train's hum. *'I swear, if I'm late for my mani-pedi again, I'm going to scream.'

A few seats down, an elegant brunette was engrossed in a thick, dog-eared paperback, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her fingers, stained faintly with ink, traced the lines of text, and every so often, she’d lick her thumb to turn a page, a quiet, almost unconscious habit. She shifted slightly, adjusting the tight black pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips, a soft rustle of fabric the only sound she made. Her lips moved silently as she read, mouthing the words, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

Across from the reading girl stood a petite girl with vibrant pink hair. She swayed gently to the unheard rhythm of her music, her headphones a bright splash of color against her pale skin. Her petite frame was hunched slightly, her eyes closed, lost in her own world. A faint, almost imperceptible hum escaped her lips, a soft, birdlike melody that blended with the train's rumble. Her fingers tapped a silent beat on her knee, and her foot, clad in a worn sneaker, bounced with a restless energy. She was a picture of youthful absorption, her attention entirely consumed by the sounds flowing into her ears.

A soft bell tone sounds from the train loudspeaker with a routine notifcation "Train Announcer: 'Attention passangers, the next stop is Rockdale. As always, keep your purses and bags in site and leave priority seating available for people in need.'"