The scent of slaughter seeped through the train cars, and though nothing had happened, everyone sensed the chilling tension creeping up their spines.
An unspeakable fear, born from instinct, was uncontrollably growing deep inside, like a forest entirely devoured by darkness. You find yourself amidst it as countless wicked, deadly things that shouldn't exist in this world crawl out from the shadows, accompanied by the owls' cries and the cold wind rustling the trees' dry branches.
Sounds of chaos quickly faded away, and everyone heard the bloodthirsty hum, along with the damp thud of viscous blood dripping onto the ground.
The tremors it caused merged with the train car's sway; sharp claws lightly pressed against the wall, leaving a faint white scar on the metal, and with it came the piercing noise, signaling its nearing approach.
Something is coming, advancing slowly from the tail of the train towards the chessboard carriage.
