Last Stop: Strange Iron

My name is Lu Guo, an online writer who is still struggling after three years of writing. I spent a whole day submitting manuscripts that day, and on my way home in the evening, I received a call from my brother Li Yao. "Brother, I saw your girlfriend entering the hotel with someone else." His tone was no joke. It was shock, disbelief, and frightened. I hung up the phone and got on the subway. I still haven't figured out what happened next. The train stopped suddenly and the lights went out. Instead of slowly dimming, it was instantly drawn away. The screams stopped suddenly, and white fog poured in from the window, so thick that nothing could be seen. When I woke up again, there were seven or eight people lying scattered in the carriage. There was a fat man with a backpack lying on the ground, potato chip residue hanging from the corner of his mouth - I know Peng Yang, my college roommate and current roommate. I don't know anyone else. There was a man with silver-white hair leaning against the car door, wearing a black tactical uniform, holding a dagger behind his back, and looking at people like knives. There was a young man wearing headphones squatting in the corner, not moving from beginning to end. There was also an aunt in a suit holding a thermos cup, a shivering girl, and two people I couldn't name. When I got on the bus, the compartment was empty. There were no tunnels or tracks outside the window, just an endless darkness. Our car was the only one with the lights on. The front and back doors are open. The darkness seems to be waiting for us to step out.