"Murder on the train" Chapter 4 Update

WARNING: This episode contains descriptions of violence. If you are sensitive to these themes or find them distressing, discretion is advised when reading. Keep in mind that everything is fiction.

The old man's countenance was enigmatic, his hands seemed to conceal something mysterious. The journey to King's Cross Railway Station turned out not to be as far as he had thought, after all he hadn't been out for quite some time.

"Are you heading to the train station as well, sir?" asked Tsuyoshi, watching the old man as he followed the same path as him.

"Of course, young Tsuyoshi," the old man replied with a subtle, disturbing smile. His eyes sparkled with an enigmatic glint. "I hope my company will not prove uncomfortable."

Author Tear Sonyeon

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Hotel K: Episode 4 " Murder on the train"

Although the old man's words seemed kind, his insidious tone and penetrating gaze awakened a supernatural uneasiness deep within Tsuyoshi's being. The young detective did not remember meeting him anywhere, and that fact disturbed him. How was it possible for their paths to cross in such a sinister way? It was too much of a coincidence that the old man was there at the very moment Tsuyoshi decided to board the train.

Tsuyoshi knew he had to act shrewdly to free himself from the old man's oppressive presence. In a bold and desperate act, he decided to detour as the old man greeted another dark-looking young man to enter the crowds of the train station.

As he approached the ticket counter, Tsuyoshi could still feel the pressure of the old man's sinister eyes. He turned his head to say goodbye to the mysterious character, but to his surprise, he was no longer there. A shiver ran down his spine, as if someone in the hidden depths of those people was watching him furtively.

"Sir, where are you going?" whispered the ticket seller in a deep voice, breaking the eerie silence that had taken over the place.

"Scotland, a ticket for the next train to Glasdon, Scotland, please. "Tsuyoshi replied, trying to remain calm as he scanned the surroundings for any sign of the old man's presence. He had to keep calm and unravel the truth that was hidden in the depths of that enigma, but the more he thought about it, maybe that old man was involved in that case. However, according to the letters he had been receiving, he had very little time left to live, so time was vanishing like sand between his fingers.

"Sir, here is your ticket. The train will be passing soon," the young salesman reported, handing him the ticket.

"Thank you," Tsuyoshi murmured, clutching his suitcase tightly as his mind wavered between reason and the abyss of the unknown

The sound of the train echoed in the distance, a metallic roar approaching with ominous ferocity. Tsuyoshi sharpened his senses, aware that he must remain alert for any hint of danger. Every beat of his heart seemed to synchronize with the creaks and creaks of the iron monster that was inexorably approaching.

Tsuyoshi, without hesitation, darted boldly toward the doors when they opened, as if his very existence depended on it.

"Last trip to Glasdon, Scotland," proclaimed the imposing ticket collector, attired in white gloves, a long coat and a dark hat. "Take care of your possessions, for there is no return for another five nights," whispered the ticket collector, as a sinister smile danced on his lips.

The interior of the train was a maze of shadows and mystery. The faint light filtering through the windows barely managed to illuminate the most hidden corners. Tsuyoshi advanced stealthily through the narrow corridors, his mind sharp and his survival instinct on constant alert, as he searched for his compartment, which he would share with a mysterious stranger. The path was just beginning its long and winding destination.

As he walked deeper into the train, the air became denser and more oppressive. The train was moving inexorably towards its destination, not stopping at any nearby stops, something that was strange but in keeping with the mysterious Victorian era in which it was immersed.

The train set off with increasing force, its wheels rumbling menacingly against the deteriorating tracks of the road. Tsuyoshi opened the door to his compartment, revealing the presence of an enigmatic man with a gray beard and dark hat. He was enjoying a sip of coffee from a porcelain cup, engrossed in reading an old newspaper. His coat, meticulously buttoned, enhanced his pale complexion. I took a seat by the window, as I gazed out at the desolate panorama that stretched beyond the boundaries of that dreary London province.

"Intriguing fate of yours," Tsuyoshi murmured, breaking the oppressive silence of the carriage.

"I'll be making a stopover in Glasdon before continuing on to Edinburgh. I must pick up some vitally important documents at the H.J. Ferght Co. head office," the man replied in a gravelly, enigmatic voice, without taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"Magnificent, it is certainly a pleasure to be aboard this train and escape the worries of the outside world, don't you think?" exclaimed Tsuyoshi, warily appraising the enigmatic man.

"I certainly appreciate your confidence, or so it seems. Would you mind if I took a short nap?" expressed the mysterious individual.

"Of course, no problem at all," replied Tsuyoshi as he watched the man settle into his seat and place the newspaper on the small table in front of him. He soon fell into a deep sleep. Time passed and the landscape was plunged into darkness. The night enveloped the train in its sinister mantle, just like the gloomy firmament.

After several hours had passed, in another car of the train, a passenger emerged from his compartment. It was a brown-haired man who walked shakily, haunted by the feeling of being followed in the gloom, overwhelmed by the sound of the train. Suddenly, the train entered a dark tunnel at high speed. But the man was not alone in that vast darkness.

From the shadows emerged another individual, hidden behind a cloth over his mouth and a white mask over his right eye. He wore a long cloak and his face was covered by a hood, and at a slow and sure pace he was heading towards his target. In his hands, he held a golden dagger. Stealthily, he crept up behind the helpless brown-haired man and, with a swift and precise movement, snatched the man's life. The man fell to his knees, unable to articulate a single word. The assassin, with a malevolent smile, slipped the cloth covering his mouth and brought the blood-stained dagger to his lips, savoring the perversity of the moment.

The murderer, still bent over, with his enigmatic gaze behind the white mask, seemed to revel in the tragedy he had just unleashed. While the murderer was enjoying his work, the ticket collector opened the door of that carriage. The shrill sound of the ticket collector's whistle echoed through the carriage, breaking the chilling silence that had enveloped the crime scene.

The other passengers, abruptly awakened from their daze, were swept into a frenzied tide of panic and confusion. The terrified travelers sharing that carriage were seized by the piercing scream and despair as they encountered the sinister scene before them: the lifeless man lying on the floor, a ghoulish shadow still standing, permeated by the darkness of his intentions.

Screams reverberated through the narrow corridors, mingling with the growing din of the moving train. Tormented souls searched for a way out, but found themselves trapped in that gloomy labyrinth on rails. The killer, indifferent to the chaos he sowed, looked up at the terrified faces and his Machiavellian smile intensified, as if he enjoyed the frenzy his actions had unleashed.

In the midst of the terror, Tsuyoshi, abruptly woke up without knowing what was happening.