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Chapter 45 - Breaking Point

The train's heartbeat thrummed in their chests, not just outside them—it was inside. Every thought, every pulse, every suppressed fear became a weapon the train wielded. It wasn't chasing them anymore—it was inside them, a parasite of mind and soul.

Sophie's hands shook uncontrollably. Her shadow whispered secrets she had never told anyone, threats woven into desire. She realized, with gut-chilling clarity, that surrendering even a fragment of herself might be the only way to survive the next moment.

Alex's vision blurred. He could feel tendrils of darkness probing every memory, every hidden sin. They laughed inside him, mocking, twisting him into a version of himself he didn't recognize. He wanted to fight—but fighting was exhaustion; submission was… survival.

Evelyn, holding the flickering lantern, screamed as the shadows split around her like writhing knives. She swung it wildly, striking the creatures, but each strike birthed two more. The train was infinite, relentless, unstoppable.

Then the floor beneath Leo collapsed into a pit of darkness. He fell, but instead of hitting the bottom, he floated—suspended in blackness where the laws of reality no longer applied. He saw the train feeding, each passenger a pulsing meal of fear, desire, and memory.

A low, omnipresent voice echoed, dripping with anticipation:"You can resist… but it will cost you. You can escape… but only as fragments of what you were."

The survivors exchanged glances, realizing the truth: escape would demand a part of themselves they had never surrendered before—identity, memory, or even sanity itself. And yet, the train offered no choice but to move forward. Every step was a gamble. Every breath a surrender.

The pulse grew faster, the shadows thicker, the whispers louder. And in that moment, the survivors understood: the train was patient, insatiable, and eternal—and they were already part of its hunger.

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