Riya stands at the edge of the platform, her silhouette trembling against the haze. The silence is broken only by the echo of her hesitant footsteps as she glances nervously at the empty tracks. "People say… a train comes here at midnight. A train that never stops… and never returns." From the shadows, an old man shuffles into the dim pool of lantern light. His eyes are deep with warning, his presence unsettling.

Old Man (Character Introduction): An enigmatic figure, bent with age and draped in a moth-eaten coat, his voice is low and grave. "Go home, child. That train is not meant for the living." "I don’t believe in ghosts." "Belief won’t save you." In an instant, the old man dissolves into the darkness, leaving only the relentless ticking of the clock, which now feels ominously alive.

Riya hesitates at the open door, her breath clouding in the frigid air. Heart pounding, she steps into the eerie blue-lit carriage, swallowed by the cold fog that flows like a ghost down the aisle. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Ghost Passenger (Character Introduction): Dressed in tattered clothes from another era, his eyes are bottomless, his posture rigid. "You shouldn’t have come." "Who… are you?" The man’s face warps with a sickening twist, his eyes turning pitch black, his features melting into a mask of horror. "Now… you can’t leave."

Riya[/@ch_1] sprints for the door, but it refuses to budge. The windows reveal nothing but endless darkness—no landscape, no lights, no hope.] "Let me out! Please!" Fog thickens, swirling around her feet. One by one, ghostly figures emerge silently in the seats, their eyes locked on her, their faces emotionless and pale. The ghost passenger glides closer, his voice a chilling whisper in her ear. "This train carries lost souls… and now… you are one of them." Riya collapses, terror draining the color from her face as the world dissolves into blackness.

Station Master (Character Introduction): Calm, weathered, and resigned, he glances at the empty platform. "Another one… gone." Tea Seller (Character Introduction): Quiet and observant, he sets out steaming cups for the morning rush. "Like every year… on this night." The camera drifts toward a glossy train window, where inside, Riya sits as a silent, hollow figure, her eyes empty and lost. Her lips barely move as she utters a final, chilling whisper. "Next… passenger…" (The screen fades to black.) 💀 Final Line: "Some journeys… are one way."