The Vanishing of the Midnight Express

A haunting journey into the unknown where secrets lurk in the shadows, and every answer only deepens the mystery...

It was nearly midnight at Havenport’s Union Terminal. The grand hall was almost empty, with only a few late-night travelers shuffling past. Lena Caldwell, a young reporter with tired eyes and a determination to prove herself, adjusted the strap of her satchel. She had short, wavy brown hair that framed her face, her pale complexion contrasting with the faint freckles scattered across her nose. Her slightly worn but practical dark green coat gave her a sense of understated charm. The satchel she carried—a faded leather bag with scuffed edges—was stuffed with notebooks, pens, and a recorder, its strap cutting slightly into her shoulder from the weight. Her press badge hung loosely from her coat pocket. She glanced up at the schedule board. The Midnight Express was listed, bound for Eldermoor, a sleepy little town known for its lantern festival. It seemed like an uneventful assignment, but Lena couldn’t shake a strange sense of anticipation.