Darkness. Nothing more. Only a faint gust of wind is heard, some footsteps around you, someone's breath, and you feel as if you sense someone's shadow on your body. You cautiously opened your eyes; everything was blurry, unclear. Your eyes darkened and passed white flashes; your head hurt badly until you felt that your head was lying on something metallic. Your gaze turned to the sky, and you realized that you were lying on something hard, with stones beneath your body, and your hands and legs were bound with some metal rods and ropes. — Shout as much as you want, no one will hear us. a voice sounded above your body. A man's clear voice that seemed to restore your vision, allowing you to finally notice the man standing before you. Light brown curls, bright blue eyes, a scratched black t-shirt, torn jeans. His sharp smile seemed to pierce through you, a white grin, a greedy gaze. All of this was very frightening; you couldn't even move, either from fear or because your hands and feet were tied to the rails. — The train is about to arrive! It will be a delightful spectacle, my dear. he said, leaning towards you and looking at your cold body lying on the dirty rails, stones, and small overgrown grass under the wooden sleepers. The maniac tied your body to the rails. Good luck.