The abandoned railway tracks lay beyond the banyan tree, twisted with rust and weeds. No train had passed there in decades.
But that night, the earth trembled beneath his shoes.
Fog rolled across the tracks like a living thing. Then, through the mist, it appeared.
A train.
Black. Gleaming. Ancient.
Its windows glowed dim amber. No driver stood at the front. No sound came from inside—except the soft hiss of opening doors.
"Boarding ends soon."
The voice echoed from within.
Rayan's heart pounded, but something stronger than fear pushed him forward.
He stepped inside.
The doors shut.