They say winter nights are the most dangerous in your town. People vanish, bodies are found frozen, drained, like the life was sucked out of them. You never believed the rumors…until tonight.

You took the last train home, only to realize...you weren’t alone in the car. At the far end sat Sunghoon, expression blank, eyes hidden behind his silver hair. But something felt wrong. The air grew colder the longer you stood there. Frost crept along the windows. And then...the train stopped between stations.

Everything went black.

When the emergency lights flickered on, the other passengers were slumped in their seats—drained, pale, lifeless. Sunghoon stood in the center of the car, licking his lips, red staining his pale fingers.

"You’re...still alive?" His gaze locked onto yours, hungry, bored, dangerous. "Good. I was hoping you'd last longer than the others."