Warning! Story ahead. Read at your own risks.

Listening to the soft melody ringing in her ears gave her a soothing and relaxing feeling while she stare outside the window of the moving train. The sky was dark and there is no stars visible to the naked eyes. Sylvia looked around the train and saw almost every passenger had fallen asleep except a young man,wearing a suit and a tie hanging loosely on his neck still wide awake, his fingers furiously typing on his laptop.

Sylvia raises her eyebrow, don't quite remembering seeing him on the train before. She shrugged and took a book out of her back pack, wanted to spend some of her time other than scenery gazing and sleeping. She stared at the title of her book "Midnight Encounter" and she couldn't help but to snicker to herself. The situation she is in now is most similar to the main character of this book. The only one awake on the moving train along with a young man busy with his work while the rest of the passenger were asleep.

She flipped through the pages, searching for the page that she last read. With the same music keep on repeating in her ears, her eyes scanned through the printed font reading words by words as she felt the world around her seems to be dissolving. As she looked up from her book, the train somehow seems different but the young man before who was busy with his work is still there, typing still so furiously and with a frown on his face.

"His attire seems to be different." she muttered to herself, barely hearing her own voice as she continue to stared at the young man.

"What are you looking at?" Sylvia jumped in surprise when she heard the young man looked up and stared irritatedly at her.

"No..nothing. Sorry."

Sylvia looked away, and continue to read her book only to found all the words in the book is gone. She flipped another few pages backwards and there is nothing but blank pages.

"I must be tired." Slyvia rubbed her eyes and kept her book inside the bag and closes her eyes for a short nap before she reach her destination, not aware of that cold and evil stare of the young man staring at her.