"More evidence" Chapter 5 Update

Tsuyoshi jumped to his feet at the sound of desperate screams echoing through the narrow corridors of the train. A lump of terror gripped his throat, and his heart pounded in his chest like a rampaging drum. Fear, like an insidious shadow, seeped into every fiber of his being. With trembling hands, he opened the door to his compartment and was met with a sight of despair that chilled his blood.

People were running out of control, stumbling and jostling each other in their frantic flight. Heart-rending screams echoed in his mind, as if they were the cries of doomed souls. Tsuyoshi felt overwhelmed by the collective anguish, the panic-laden air threatening to suffocate him. His legs barely responded to his will, but an irrational impulse pushed him forward, into the maddening chaos.

Time seemed to stretch like a fragile fabric in that night. The scene in the wagon was chaotic and desperate, with people moving in all directions. Terrified faces, unguarded looks and trembling hands clutching the corpse in the center, the killer still standing with his Machiavellian laughter.

The killer, in a macabre act, slowly lifted the cloth covering his mouth, revealing a twisted and perverse smile. His eyes, cold as ice, exuded malice and sadistic satisfaction. As the shrill sound of the whistle tore through the air like a sinister melody, chaos and despair clung to the passengers like an invisible claw. A cacophony of screams and wails intermingled with the palpable terror emanating from the killer, enveloping the carriage in a nightmarish aura.

With firm, nimble steps, the enigmatic killer turned and melted into the crowd, like a shadow fading into the deepest darkness. His Machiavellian laughter, like the echo of an ancestral demon, echoed in the dazed ears of those who had witnessed his macabre dance of death. Each one of them felt prey to an inescapable doom, stalked by a faceless and unscrupulous monster.

Tsuyoshi advanced with determination towards the inert body of the victim, whose glassy eyes reflected the horror of his last breath. He placed his trembling hand on the chest, searching in vain for some sign of life, but death had left its indelible mark. He was alone, helpless in the face of the immensity of evil that loomed over them. The weight of helplessness and impotence overwhelmed him, threatening to break his spirit.

Author Tear Sonyeon

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Hotel K: Episode 3 " More... Evidence"

Time stood still for Tsuyoshi, an eerie silence filled the emptiness of the darkness, inaudible whispers echoing in the depths of his mind. The hands of the clock chimed in his head with a hellish cadence, his vision blurred for a moment falling into the confusion of reality with the abysses of the nightmare on the train. The seconds seemed eternal, his struggle to regain his sanity stalled. He remained immobile when he turned his eyes slowly to one of the clasps of the man's coat lying in his arms.

The flickering light seemed to repel the golden glow of the letters of a brooch on the coat. An insignificant object at first glance however it seemed to be related to the case, it would be a coincidence if the destination was not Scotland but there was no other Hotel that had the same initials. His thirst of curiosity started inside him clamoring to be quenched for answers. Tsuyoshi knew that the man had been killed to be silenced. He stood up as he removed the clasp from his coat. He made his way to the victim's compartment. The old door creaked and creaked echoing in that nightmare of a wagon.

The atmosphere was hostile even when inside the compartment, the gelid wind came in through the window adorning the mirage. Everything in the compartment was somewhat chaotic, several sheets and loose newspapers, as if it had been subjected to a frantic search or tried to hide something in the shadows. The suitcases were lying on the floor, one of those suitcases stood out more than the others. With the slight rustling of the wind, Tsuyoshi approached slowly until he opened the suitcase.

In that suitcase there were photographs, similar to the ones he himself had received in the letters in his office in London, there were distorted and macabre images, everything showed before his eyes, distorted reflections of a twisted reality. The faces portrayed were masks stripped of humanity, hollow gazes that seemed to devour the sanity of those who dared to look at them.

Each photograph was a fragment of a nightmare, a door ajar to an unknown abyss. Tsuyoshi found himself on the precipice of forbidden knowledge, facing unfathomable truths that defied the laws of reason. The connection between the letters received in his London office and these aberrant images intertwined in his mind, creating a web of mystery that threatened to envelop him completely.

In that compartment of horrors, Tsuyoshi glimpsed his own fragility. The boundaries between reality and madness were blurring, while his mind became a battlefield between sanity and perdition. His eyes fell on another photograph, barely recognizable by the flames that had devoured part of its essence, in that photograph was a diary. On the other side, an address had been inscribed with a pale ink that seemed to fade into existence. Tsuyoshi snatched at the photographs and newspapers with an unsettling frenzy. His hands trembled as he pondered the imminent arrival of the Scotland Shadow police, whose footsteps would echo in the shadows in a matter of hours. A shiver ran down his spine, knowing that his time was rapidly shortening, that the truth lurked in the shadows and that his sanity hung in the balance with every move he made. The compartment was becoming a chaos of images and words, a maze of fragmented clues and unsettling truths. Tsuyoshi moved with desperate urgency, aware that he had to unravel the riddles before the relentless police came to meet him. Every moment lost meant a closing in on the net that threatened to envelop him in its relentless embrace. Tsuyoshi was determined to decipher the riddle, even if it meant plunging into the darkest abysses of his own mind. Every image, every written word, was a piece of the puzzle that had to fit together before the Scotland Shadow police took over the case, or at least that was what he hoped. However, there was a latent danger, a relentless clock that threatened to close the case prematurely, hiding the evidence among the obscure connections that seemed to vanish into thin air. Time flowed through Tsuyoshi's fingers like an insidious grit, fading mercilessly. Every beat of his heart, every fleeting second, fanned the fire of obsession that his last case had left in his being. The shadow of failure loomed over him, ready to devour him in an abyss of no return. One misstep, every inadvertent clue, threatened to reveal his presence in that case on the relentless Shadow Watch. His detective's license hung by a fragile thread, vulnerable to the slightest exposure. Tsuyoshi was walking on a razor's edge, where a single mistake could irreparably condemn him.

Although a piece of the puzzle had fallen into his possession, the picture remained incomplete, fragmented. Crucial connections were missing, the answers that could seal his fate or seal his doom. Every step forward brought him closer to resolution, but also to the precipice of the abyss.

Suspense gripped his mind, terror whispered in his ear with its hissing voice. Tsuyoshi knew that his time was running out, that the resolution of the mystery was a desperate race against the killers of that man lying on the floor of the carriage. A single mistake could trigge