Time 04:37 a.m.Location: Northbound freight train — en route to nowhere.Condition: moving, hiding, alive.
The train cuts through fog like a blade through silk.Outside, dawn paints the world in rose-gold ghosts.Inside, everything smells of rust, coffee, and second chances.
Ren sleeps across from me, arms folded, hair falling into his eyes.He looks so peaceful it almost hurts.
The rhythmic clatter of wheels becomes an old lullaby—One I never knew I remembered.
Then the hum starts.Low, steady, familiar.The mental gates creak open again.
Internal Transmission — Persona Sync: "Mirror Carriage"
Consciousness boundary softening.Manifestation probability — 100 %.
The air inside the carriage ripples like heat haze.Seats distort, lights flicker—And suddenly, we're inside my mind again.
Except it is the train.Same seats, same lights, same sound of rails slicing the dawn.Only… every reflection in the windows shows a different me.
Ren blinks, rubbing his eyes.
REN: "Okay… either I'm dreaming, or the train just cloned you six times."KANA: "Both are correct."
Scene — Meeting the Six
The reflections step out one by one, taking seats across from him.
Tactical Angel
Still in uniform, posture perfect.Her voice clipped and certain.
ANGEL: "I'll keep this brief. You're a mission-critical variable. Maintain stability."REN: "You mean don't die?"ANGEL: "Precisely."REN: "I'll try my best, ma'am."
She nods once—then, faintly, blushes.
ANGEL: "Acknowledged."
Crimson Doll
Leaning over the seatback, chin resting on her hand, eyes sparkling with mischief.
DOLL: "You know, for someone who keeps nearly dying, you photograph beautifully."REN: "Thanks… I think."DOLL: "I just wanted you to know—if I ever stab you, it'll be affectionate."REN: "Comforting."DOLL: "Isn't it?"
Gothic Heartbreaker
Boots on the window, pink bubblegum glinting.
HEARTBREAKER: "You realize we risked everything for you, right?"REN: "I noticed."HEARTBREAKER: "Good. Just checking. You owe us a date."REN: "I—wait, all of you?"HEARTBREAKER: "Rotation system. We'll make a calendar."ANGEL (sighs): "Unacceptable."HEARTBREAKER: "Democracy, darling."
Shadow Ghost
Barely visible—outline shimmering like breath on glass.
GHOST: "You make her noisy."REN: "Sorry?"GHOST: "Good. Noise means she's living."
He opens his mouth to reply; she's already gone.
Dollmaker
Quiet beside him, holding a small wooden carving—a heart cracked down the center, stitched together with thread.
DOLLMAKER: "Every time you touch her, the cracks stop spreading."REN: "…Thank you."DOLLMAKER: "Don't thank me. Just don't break her again."REN: "I'll try."DOLLMAKER: "No. Promise."REN: "Promise."
She smiles softly—then dissolves into mist.
Scarlet Saint
The air warms; candlelight floods the car.She stands tall, halo blazing faint gold and blood-red.
SAINT: "Hearts are altars. Yours was empty when she found it."REN: "And now?"SAINT: "Now it burns. That is both a miracle and a curse."REN: "I'll take a miracle."SAINT: "Then take care of your god."
She gestures toward the sleeping Kana.The light dims.The others fade one by one until only the hum of rails remains.
Scene — Return to Reality
Ren jerks awake, breathing hard.The dawn light is pale again; the windows are ordinary glass.
Kana sits across from him, eyes closed, breathing even.Her hand twitches once, as if dreaming of holding something.
He reaches across the narrow gap and takes it.Her fingers tighten around his without opening her eyes.
The wheels keep their lullaby.Outside, the fog breaks into light.
Diary Fragment
[Fragment Log #21 — Train to Nowhere]Status: relocation in progress.Stability: improving.Companions: one human variable, six anomalies, one heart.
Handwritten note:He saw them all. And he stayed.For once, the voices didn't argue.They just smiled.
Closing Scene
The sun climbs, catching the rails—a single bright vein stretching toward a future with no map.
Ren watches the horizon.
REN: "Where are we going?"KANA: "Anywhere that doesn't know my name."REN: "Then we'll start over."KANA: "Under one condition."REN: "What's that?"KANA: "You never get off this train without me."REN: "Deal."
The whistle cries—long, mournful, almost hopeful.Somewhere inside her mind, six voices hum in harmony,and the sound feels like dawn learning how to breathe.
End of Diary #21 — "Train to Nowhere."