The story is not kicks off in some neon-lit, shoulder-to-shoulder mega-station. Nah, it’s set in a place that’s been ghosted, a local line so busted it makes a yard sale look high-end. The station building is so retro it’s basically a museum exhibit that forgot to close, all chipped paint and echoes. And the whisper of a single-car train rattling through the twilight. This vibe is pure isolation. It’s the kind of spot where you could scream and the silence would just eat it whole.
Our main character is Takataki Hikari. She’s catching the last train out, the one that’s emptier than a politician’s promises. The carriage she slides into isn’t just quiet, it’s a vacuum, dimly lit by weak interior lights up, casting shadows that stretch like taffy. The air is so still you could hear a pin drop…
And then there’s the other passenger. The only one. Dude’s name is Matate Jun, his energy is so off it’s vibrating on a whole different frequency. He’s giving off a vibe that’s colder than a witch’s kiss and twice as unnerving. In the massive, echoing emptiness of this rolling ghost town, his presence doesn’t just fill the space, it invades it. It’s like a single, dark stain on a blank canvas. This isn’t a commute home, it’s the start of a nightmare, and the express train to Nopesville is now boarding.
