On a night void of warmth and light, the forest holds its breath. Birds and insects fall silent. From within the fog, a low, haunting sound stirs, growing louder and closer with each passing second. It's familiar, rhythmic, and unmistakable.
The ghost train is coming. No—it’s already here. If you can hear it, it’s already too late...
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