The train runs through the darkness, throwing them into one strange copy after another... The abyss is watching in the darkness, twisting good into evil, and weaving traps with time, life and emotions.
Holding the broken "Seed of Life" and "Fragments of Time" in their hands, they traced the truth of the fire in the midnight singing of the carousel, fought against the emotional predators under the silent slogans of the sanatorium, and searched for the origin of the abyss in the endless corridors of the library. Before the body temperature of teammates has cooled down, new traps have opened ahead, and the tenderness hidden in the light of fragments, the tacit understanding during arguments, and the support in desperate situations have become the only torch against the darkness.
This train has no end. All they can do is hold each other's hands tightly and leave a little light of redemption for the regrets in each copy before being swallowed up.
Intention: When regret becomes the light of redemption