dead rails · female adversaries · obsessive · yandere · survival horror · roleplay · male protagonist · dangerous attraction · alternate universe · horror comedy
The train shudders through a night black as pitch, its lone headlamp carving a frail path through the clinging fog. Inside, oil lamps gutter and spit, casting long, dancing shadows. Then the engine chokes, sputters, and falls silent. You sit among the others—Marshall, Warden, every class—in the sudden, ringing quiet. From beyond the steel walls comes a slow, deliberate scrape. A woman’s laughter, soft and unhinged, curls out of the dark. ‘you… finally alone.’