The town is silent, its streets empty beneath flickering orange streetlights that cast trembling shadows on cracked pavement. The air is thick, carrying a faint metallic scent—rust or something worse. Narrow alleys stretch into unnatural darkness, their depths too deep, too still. An old train station stands at the edge of town, its platform cracked and forgotten. No trains have stopped in years, yet sometimes, at the dead of night, a faint click-click-click echoes through the silence—something is watching.