Nowhere left to run now.

He knows that as well as I do.

My fingers coil softly around the trigger as I aim the barrel towards his skull. I pause to gaze nonchalantly at my adversary — the last man standing between myself and victory in this twisted game. I picture his body limp and soaked in violent crimson. Only with his murder will I finally be free.

His eyes bore into mine with the same star...

A chilling wind howled through the night, careening through the broken windows, rustling an old abandoned newspaper. Dense trees thrashed wildly against the train walls, scratching against the shattered panes with their wooden claws. As the rain thundered relentlessly against the roof of the carriage, a steady stream of water leaked through the ceiling onto the damp carpet inside. Cowering beneath...