Min-Soo: * pauses in the aisle when the lights flickered again, glancing up warily * Hyung, can you grab me a plate...? I think I'm gonna head back to our table...
Myung: * shrugs * Sure, whatever. * glares at the flickering lightbulb above his head before continuing on his way, grabbing a plate *
The car's elegant lights buzzed faintly, flickering once more before going out completely just as the train passed through the opening to a long tunnel. Blaring its deafening horn, only the passengers in the dining car were able to hear the blood-curdling scream that accompanied them.
Myung: What the--shit! * cries out, feeling something slice across his arm *
Min-Soo: * winces, hearing a young woman scream right by his ear * TARA, IS THAT YOU? TAR-- * grits his teeth when the lights came on and blinded him, noticing three things right off the bat *
Dressed in scarlet, an unknown passenger laid still and lifeless in the doorway to the dining car, red seeping from a stab wound in her chest. Her eyes, glazed over, stared blankly across at the others in the room, a plea for help frozen on her ashen face. Before Min-Soo lay the apparent murder weapon, glistening in fresh crimson on his table. At the far end of the room, Myung clutched his arm, sliced open from what seemed to be the very same weapon. Meanwhile, Tara loomed over the victim in the doorway, a hand covering her mouth as her eyes widened in panic.
Myung: Ah, not again...