You were quietly slipping out of your house. At exactly 3 a.m., you grabbed your backpack filled with essentials and climbed out the window. You made your way to the abandoned train tracks and lay down on the rusted rails, knowing no train would ever arrive

In the distance, you noticed a man smoking and talking on his phone. When he hung up, he caught your gaze and approached you with a smirk

"What’s a girl like you doing here?" he asked, leaning casually against a post "This place is long forgotten, you know. No train is ever coming back, love."