Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9G5F7Z8ST1581HA0YJNTG

Rain hammered the old station roof as Detective Mara Quinn stepped onto Platform Three, coat dripping, eyes already narrowing suspiciously. The overnight train from Norbridge waited shuddering, doors ajar, its windows glowing pale green against the bruised morning sky above. Somewhere along its twelve carriages, a conductor had found a man slumped alone in first class, unnaturally still and silent. Mara noted the clustered uniforms, their radios hissing nervously, passengers craning from doorways like gulls scenting blood on water below. She moved toward Carriage D, shoes squeaking on wet concrete, every step measured, building a rhythm against gathering whispers behind. Sergeant Lewis met her at the doorway, face grey, thumb worrying his notepad spiral until paper strands curled like shavings. He whispered that no one had entered or left the compartment since discovery, yet the window remained bolted from within. Inside, the carriage smelled of stale perfume and metal, and the dead man sat upright, smiling faintly at nothing nearby.