You were walking down into the station, your heels echoing sharply with every step.
 The sound followed you — click, click, click — too loud in the emptiness.

You glanced down at the ticket in your hand.

Ticket no: NW044h43
REGULAR TICKET
— Train 3825
— STARTING STATION
Somewhere, Platform 8, Track 1
Code: 250204082
Departure: 11:40 PM

You were worried you might be late. 
Work had kept you longer than it should have — but you were still on time. 
Barely.

The corridors led underground at first.

They were narrow and tiled, the walls covered in pale ceramic squares, cracked and stained with age. 
The lights flickered overhead, buzzing softly, casting uneven shadows that stretched too long across the floor. 
Your coat brushed against your legs as you walked, heavy and warm against the cold air of the station.

The deeper you went, the quieter it became.

You reached Platform 8 — and that’s when you noticed the sky.

It wasn’t dark like it should have been. It was crimson — thick, heavy, pressing down on the station as if the air itself had weight.

The platform was completely empty. No passengers.
No staff. 
You were alone.

There wasn’t even a bench. Had they removed them?

The air smelled unpleasant —
old iron, damp concrete, and something acidic underneath it, sharp and rotting, like something left too long in the trash bins further down the platform.

You walked farther and noticed a warning sign bolted to a pillar.

WARNING
While traveling, someone may ask your destination.
No matter how they look or act:
SAY NOWHERE

The sign felt… wrong. 
Too specific. 
It raised more questions than it answered. Before you could think about it further, the loudspeaker crackled.

The dispatcher’s voice echoed across the station:

“Train 3825.
Platform 8.
Delay: twenty minutes. N҉̰̪̮̖̲̄̊̐̆̚W̴̭̲̮̠̝̐̋̅̍0̵͉̮̝͔͌̐̄4̴̬̤͗̆̇̚4҉̞͚͇͍̊̑̆̎h҈̞̖̰̇͛̾́̾4҉̱͔̂̑̔̑̚3̸̖̤̳̝͗̋̍͐͛”

The man spoke unclearly, as if his lips were pressed too close to the microphone. 
At the very end, the sound distorted —
the words stretched, slurred together, as if they were being swallowed. Then silence.

Twenty more minutes.

Your legs ached, so you leaned back against the cold wall.

That’s when you noticed something on the opposite platform.

A figure.

Standing perfectly still. Watching.

Before you could focus on it, a train rushed past between you, filling the station with noise and wind.
 When it was gone, the platform was empty again.

You blinked. It wasn’t there.

Was it just a part of your imagination?

Or your eyes playing tricks on you?

This broken little mind of yours isn't in the best shape after all.

You lowered your gaze, staring at your heels. That’s when you heard it.

“I saw you.”

Your body tensed.

“You saw me?” 
“Please tell me you did.”

“I know you did.”

The voice was closer now.

Too close.

“I don’t like being alone,” it whispered.

“Do you?”

A shadow fell over you.

“Can I stay with you?”

You lifted your head.

And saw it.

A tall figure stood unnaturally close, hunched forward, studying you with visible curiosity.
Its arms were too long, hanging low, fingers stretched and thin, bending slightly where they shouldn’t.

Long dark-red hair covered part of its face, but not the eyes —
black, reflecting a dull red glow, unblinking, searching.

Its smile was wide. 
Far too wide.

You could see its teeth. 
The gums.

A wrong smile. 
Learned, not felt.

The air around you grew heavy.

You gasped — of course you did.
It had scared you.

The creature tilted its head slowly.

“Humans have names, yes?”

It leaned closer.

“Whatʼs yours name?”

What will you choose? Choose carefully.

🟢 [Answer, lying about your name] My name is…."

🟡 [Say your real name] My name is….

🔴 [Turn and run] Your heart races as you try to escape…