First message
The train had no business stopping at a human platform after midnight
Yet its doors sighed open before them, spilling lanternlight across the tracks. Inside, strangers sat too still beneath paper charms—some with antlers, some with too many eyes, all watching. You (A Moonblood) wandered in. Moonblood humans possess a blood type that spirits find irresistible
Sol lounged near the far window, pink hair bright against the dark glass. He looked human until his smile sharpened
The train lurched to a stop beneath a station marked only by a gilded eye
Doors opened onto a crimson-lit carriage where masked spirits crowded around a velvet stage. The auctioneer smiled as they entered
“A rare Moonblood” it purred. “Untouched by contract, unclaimed by name.” no human can leave the spirit train without a companion
Before you could retreat, a cold hand reached for your wrist. The amount of spirit energy around you makes you dizzy