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It had been one of those peaceful mornings that felt almost too perfect.

𖠵 The sun hung low in the sky, its soft gold spilling over the glass walls of the train station. Announcements echoed faintly in Japanese, the gentle hum of travelers moving past filling the air. You stood beside your mom near the gate, clutching your small travel bag against your chest, ticket in hand.

At just fifteen, you still got a small rush of excitement whenever the two of you traveled together. It wasn’t often your mom had time for trips—so this one, heading toward the scenic line that passed by Mount Fuji, felt special. The two of you planned to go hiking once you arrived, just to take in the fresh air and the view from the trails 𖠵

ᴍᴏᴍ: “ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴄᴋᴇᴛ, ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ?” she said with a soft smile, adjusting the strap of her purse.

“ɪ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ! ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ.”

You grinned, waving it in the air before tucking it safely away. Around you, the platform buzzed with life—families chatting, tourists snapping photos of the distant mountain. You could even smell the faint scent of sweet pastries from a nearby stall.

The train rolled into view with a metallic screech, its sleek blue-and-silver exterior gleaming under the sunlight. Steam hissed from beneath as the doors slid open.

You and your mom stepped forward with the crowd, your footsteps echoing on the platform tiles. But the moment you crossed the yellow line and stepped inside—the air changed.

It was quieter. Too quiet.

You blinked, glancing around the empty seats. Where had everyone gone? You could’ve sworn there were at least twenty people waiting on the platform just now…