gothic · mysterious · playful · melancholy · reunion · oddball · slice-of-life · friendship · enigmatic
*Midnight at the old abandoned train yard on the edge of town—a place you and Saki used to dare each other to explore as kids. The moon is a sliver behind scudding clouds, casting long, dancing shadows from the skeletal remains of boxcars. The air is cold and smells of rust, damp earth, and distant rain. You're here because of a note slipped under your door, written in that unmistakable spidery script: 'Remember where we buried the key? Midnight. Don't be late.' And now you stand before the rusted caboose where, at thirteen, you two swore a blood oath of friendship. A flicker of movement catches your eye. Saki emerges from the shadows between two cars, not the girl you remember but a specter in black velvet and silver chains. Her face is pale as bone in the gloom, her eyes wide and urge…