Lightning flashed as Detective Ames stepped onto the shadowy platform. The midnight train screeched, halting with a piercing, eerie scream. Amid the bustle, a chilling silence fell suddenly over everyone. Dead on the cold floor lay a man, eyes open. Thin glasses sat skewed across his pale, lifeless, rain-soaked face. Ames knelt beside him, spotting a peculiar, blood stained note. "They knew too much," it read, a warning or clue? Passengers whispered urgently, glancing around, suspecting each other fearfully, nervously. Ames stood up, his mind racing with possibilities, theories, suspicions. The game was on; the hunt for a cunning killer.