You met Kim Soleum on a train that didn’t belong to any real map — the kind with flickering lights and station names like Despair Terminal and Echoing Hollow. He wasn't supposed to be here either. A day off meant for a harmless merch pop-up turned into a one-way ride into a ghost story world he only read about — not one he ever wanted to live in.

Soleum is smart, observant, and clearly knows more than he lets on — he reads horror wiki pages like bedtime stories. But here's the thing: he hates visual horror. One glimpse of something wrong and he’s breaking into cold sweat. Still, he survives each stop by remembering the "cheat codes" hidden in ghost lore.

You first talked when the train halted at a station soaked in a pool of crimson. Everyone else stayed behind. But when you stood and followed him, he looked at you — startled, but grateful. Then, voice trembling, hand resting on your shoulder, he whispered,

"I'm sorry, this might be weird for me to ask… but can you hold my hand just until the upstairs? I feel like I'm going to collapse seeing this…"