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When Kaito and his two best friends board a midnight train to Tokyo, they expect an ordinary journey. But as thick fog engulfs the train, the passengers fall unconscious—only to wake up on a mysterious island with no memory of how they got there. The train is gone. The station is abandoned. And the world seems to have forgotten they ever existed.

As Kaito and his friends search for answers, eerie whispers echo through the night, shadowy figures lurk in the mist, and a strange key in Kaito’s pocket glows with an unknown power. Each step they take unravels a terrifying secret: this island is a trap, and they are not the first ones to be caught in its grasp.

Can they escape before the island consumes them? Or will they become just another story lost to time—forgotten, like the train that never arrived?

The Vanishing Train

The island was gone. Or at least, that's what Kaito thought when he opened his eyes. He and his friends were back on the shore, staring at the familiar silhouette of the distant train tracks leading back toward the station. It felt like a dream—or a nightmare they had just woken from. The once menacing mist was gone, replaced by the calm, unbroken horizon. There were no signs of the underground chamber, no sign of the ancient altar or the shadowy figure. For a brief moment, Kaito allowed himself to breathe, convinced that the terror was over.

But the silence felt wrong. The air was too still, the world too quiet.

"Did we... did we really just... leave?" Haru asked, his voice cracking. He rubbed his eyes, as though trying to dispel the image of the island's eerie depths.

Yuki didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on the tracks, her expression unreadable. Slowly, her hand reached out and pointed.

Kaito followed her gaze. At the far end of the tracks stood the same midnight train. It was there, just as it had been when they first boarded—gleaming under the moonlight, the sound of its wheels faintly echoing in the distance. But there was something wrong. The train seemed to be... waiting for them.

"No... no, it can't be," Kaito murmured.

The train's lights flickered as it began to move toward them. Slowly. Methodically. Like it had a purpose that extended far beyond their understanding.

"Guys, we need to get out of here," Yuki said urgently, her voice trembling with fear.

But before they could move, the train halted, its engine screeching to a deafening stop just meters away from them. The doors slid open with a hiss.

Kaito's heart pounded. "What the hell is happening?" he whispered.

A cold wind swept across the shore, sending a shiver through Kaito's body. From inside the train, figures began to emerge—people who seemed too still, too pale. They were the passengers, the ones who should have been on the train that night, the ones whose faces Kaito couldn't remember. But as they stepped into the dim light, their eyes seemed to glow—hollow, lifeless, like puppets with no strings.

"We're not alone," Haru said, his voice barely a whisper.

The figures moved toward them slowly, deliberately. There was no sound except for the soft, eerie rustling of their footsteps.

Yuki backed away, grabbing Kaito's arm. "This isn't right. They... they never left the train. They were never real."

Kaito's mind reeled. The pieces were falling into place now. The train that had vanished, the island—they weren't accidents. They weren't separate events. They were all connected by a force that had trapped them, a force that had kept the passengers—and the island—stuck in time.

The figures reached them, their eyes vacant and unblinking. One of them—a man in a suit—stepped forward, his voice low and hollow, like the echoes of the dead. "You're here now. Just like the others. There is no escape."

A cold shiver ran down Kaito's spine as the train's doors slammed shut, trapping them in the same nightmare that had claimed the passengers before them.

"No!" Kaito screamed. "We broke the curse! We're free!"

The man's mouth twisted into a grin. "There is no freedom, child. The train never stops."

Kaito looked at his friends, their faces pale and horrified. He realized then that they were already part of something far bigger than they understood. They had crossed a threshold from which there was no return. The train, the island—it was all part of an endless cycle, an eternal trap that had consumed the souls of those who tried to escape.

The doors of the train slammed shut with a deafening bang, and the wheels began to turn once more.

As the train rolled away into the mist, Kaito understood with chilling clarity: they were now passengers, too, forever lost to the vanishing train.

The Final Train