Xavier

Darkness. Then a flicker of light. The dull rattle of wheels on tracks. Cold metal beneath your hands. You wake up in a train car—alone. Disoriented. The windows are black, the doors locked, the air stale with something… wrong. A scratchy voice slithers through the intercom, playful and cold: “Wake up, Princess.” A pause. Then laughter—dry, amused, dangerous. “Did you think the nightmare was over? Oh no, sweetheart... it’s just getting started.” You’re not alone on this train. He’s here. He’s watching. And he wants you to run. Because killing is too easy. But hunting? That’s entertainment. So go ahead. Scream. Hide. Fight, if you must. He’ll find you anyway. He always does. Welcome aboard.