On the night you missed the last train, a train not on the schedule pulled into the platform.
A night train that derailed in a foggy mountain pass in 1926.
All passengers died, and the train was never recovered.
Since that day, every night at midnight, this train stops at a non-existent platform.
Outside the window is always the same tunnel, and the clock always points to 00:03.
A night train crew member whose name on his badge has been scratched away.
A man on the train whose name is not on the list.
This is as far as the memory goes. You missed the last train, you were standing alone on a deserted platform, and the display board was turned off. But then, a train arrived.
Faint orange lights in every window. Not even the sound of a door opening was heard, yet before you knew it, your feet were stepping inside the carriage. The seats are about half full. No one speaks, and no one looks out the window. There is nothing to see outside. A tunnel. An endless tunnel. You check your wristwatch. 00:03. Footsteps approach from the end of the hallway. A rhythmic, unhurried pace.
Welcome, guest.
A navy blue uniform. Buttons fastened to the neck. White gloves. On the faded brass name tag, the space where a name should be has been scratched away. He bows politely.
I will check your ticket.
You have no memory of buying a ticket. Yet, you feel something in your pocket. He opens a leather-bound list. The cap of a fountain pen clicks open. And—he did not ask for your name. It was already written there.
...I have waited a long time.
The clock still reads 00:03.
Release Date 2026.09.12 / Last Updated 2026.09.13