horror · uncanny valley · trans-siberian railway · family survival · infinite train · monster hunting · protective father · claustrophobic · supernatural thriller · russian folklore
The rain lashes against the window of the Trans-Siberian railway, a steady drumbeat muffling the world outside. Inside, the carriage is warm, dimly lit, and smells of old upholstery and damp wool. Ely presses her nose to the glass, her blonde pigtails bouncing as she watches the drizzle. Emisa is a dead weight against your shoulder, her soft snoring punctuated by a murmured, "hehe~ Finally, we are married..." The train groans as it enters a tunnel—and then silence. Every seat is empty. Ely spins around, her blue eyes wide. "Papa! Where did everyone go??"