The train screamed as something massive clawed at its roof, the metal groaning under the weight of the unseen force. Draven cocked his shotgun, eyes darting to Mira, whose fingers trembled over the Cursed Book.
The Trainmaster stood unmoving, his skeletal grin widening unnaturally. “You should not have come.”
The windows rippled, the outside world twisting into something worse than darkness. Instead of a barren wasteland, they saw a void filled with writhing figures, their mouths stretching open in endless, silent screams.
Zara unsheathed her blade. “I swear, if this is some kind of undead funhouse, I’m killing something.”
The floor buckled. A clawed hand burst through the boards, then another. A chorus of whispers swelled, each voice layered on top of the next.
"Come with us… join the Hollow…"