So now you know what happened.
That's what Raon told himself as the scene replayed behind his eyelids — the flickering lights, the broken glass, the screams that refused to fade.
The monster had attacked the train.
It came from below the bridge, tearing through steel like paper, its eyes burning with something older than life.
The passengers ran.
They screamed, prayed, cursed—
but in the end, they only moved because fear made them puppets.
Raon remembered running too.
The train had already started collapsing; the rear compartments were crushed in seconds. He could still hear the screech of bending metal, the thunder of its impact echoing through his bones.
Fifteen passengers.
That was how many there were before the bridge.
Now there were fewer.
Far fewer.
Blood soaked the seats, dripping down the floor. A young man was crushed against the door; the old man who had tried to shield a child lay motionless.
They had reached the last cabin. The final door.
> "We have to jump!"
"Now!"
Someone had shouted it — he didn't even remember who. Maybe it was him.
The windows were shattered, the night wind howling like a beast.
One by one, they leapt out —
the two couples, the woman with the child, the high school boy clutching his sister's hand.
All of them disappearing into the storm.
And Raon—
He was the last.
He turned back once. The lights in the train flickered wildly.
Something massive loomed outside the window.
Its shadow swallowed everything.
The countdown on his phone was blinking.
00:00
The monster roared, the world shattered—
and Raon jumped.
Or maybe he fell.
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Silence.
When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't on the train anymore.
The sky above him was heavy and gray, like the color had drained from the world.
He was lying beside the river, clothes torn, body aching as if he had been thrown from a great height.
His breath came in shallow bursts.
> "I… survived…?"
He sat up slowly. The shattered bridge stood tall in the distance, twisted like a broken limb.
The train was gone.
No sound of engines, no screaming.
Just the soft lapping of water and the distant cry of something not human.
Raon pressed a hand to his head. It throbbed. His fingers were slick with blood.
He didn't know how long he'd been unconscious. Minutes? Hours?
The world was too quiet to tell.
Then, as the wind shifted, a faint glow appeared before his eyes.
A window. Floating in the air.
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[You have completed the First Scenario.]
[Rewards will now be distributed.]