Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0875AW30RFHTAJ7VHPR541

Rain polished the station windows, turning morning commuters into blurred silhouettes, while Inspector Vale studied the body beneath the clock. The victim, a watchmaker named Adrian Quill, lay beside scattered gears, his throat marked by a precise, almost theatrical wound. No one had heard a scream, though every clerk claimed to notice the station’s bells stop exactly at seven-twelve. Vale knelt, observing a smear of crimson on Quill’s cuff, and found a folded ticket tucked inside the dead man’s pocket. It read, in trembling ink, Platform Three, Midnight Appointment, and beneath that, a single word: Beware. Above them, the clock resumed ticking, as if awakened, and the entire waiting room seemed to inhale with quiet dread.