Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

[This newcomer looks so petite and harmless, but she's actually quite ruthless? What mischief were she secretly plotting just now?]

[Actually, the system's reminder was quite timely. You all know that dark horse that was just knocked down from third place on the list last month, right? That's a role model.]

"Hey, hey, hey! I know that. It's because we killed too many enemies early on, and their aggro level went way off the charts later. We didn't even need the boss to appear; the NPCs ganged up on us and killed us."

[I suggest adding an "affection value" system, so that you can increase your affection level when you romance NPCs. Once the affection level is full, you'll become a heartthrob.]

Hey there, this is a horror game! You think this is some kind of weird, out-of-the-way game?!

The chat began listing various stories of players who died tragically due to their insane hatred levels.

Among them were some players who were just watching the show, urging her to quickly unscrew the man's skull and carry him to find supplies.

However, Song Yuan abandoned the idea of ​​persecuting NPCs:

After all, it's still uncertain whether the system will let her go home after this round. In the early stages, it's best for her not to draw too much aggro.

"Never mind, I'm fine now."

She took a step back and waved her hand mercifully: "You may leave."

The man breathed a sigh of relief. Before leaving, he glared at her fiercely and slipped away, hugging the wall.

After he left, Song Yuan went forward and opened the car door. Sure enough, the car door, which had been normal when the man left, now rapidly twisted and deformed; the car walls widened, and the door stretched and split open.

Two identical car doors were now placed in front of her.

Just then, the system notification sounded: [Player "Song Yuan" has not eaten for a long time + low temperature attack, HP -12, remaining HP 29]

This time, the health points deducted are twice as many as before. If this continues, she will lose health points twice more at most before she dies.

Time was of the essence for her. Song Yuan quickly opened the system shop:

[Ding~ Player Song Yuan has purchased the item: Marker Pen, costing 3 points (It's running low on ink, please use it gently, it may run out of ink at any time)]

[Ding~ Player Song Yuan has purchased the item: Small Flashlight, costing 15 points (As above, the power is running low. Please use it sparingly. The system is not responsible for any accidents that occur when the light goes out.)]

Song Yuan looked at the other items. Besides flashlights and markers, there were also things like "a compressed biscuit with a bite taken out of it", "a cotton-padded jacket with not much cotton left", and "a knife without a blade".

They're all rip-off, unscrupulous products.

Song Yuan: "......****"

A mentally healthy, kind, and loving citizen should not swear. She held back.

Turning on her flashlight, Song Yuan randomly chose a door, marked it, and then set off with the flashlight shining through her.

The train carriages at night were unheated and unlit. The few remaining passengers huddled together in their seats like ice sculptures, their fates unknown.

The wailing sounds outside the window sounded just like the vengeful spirits of those who died unjustly. There were many obstacles around, such as aluminum cans, potato chip bags, and glass bottles. If you bumped into any of them, you would inevitably make a sound.

Making a sound in such an extremely quiet environment is definitely not a good thing in a horror game. Therefore, even though no one was around, Song Yuan proceeded cautiously without touching anything.

Because her luck rating was 0.01, the exploration lasted a full two hours before she reached her destination. Pushing open the car door, a blast of warm air mixed with the stench of alcohol hit her.

found it.

The carriage echoed with snores. It was a four-person compartment, the air inside warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the howling wind outside. Each bed held a tall, burly man, each covered with a thick quilt. In the middle was an iron bucket, inside which something was burning brightly, the flames gently warming her icy body.

Like a black cat, she tiptoed lightly into the carriage, closing the door behind her to prevent the cold air from waking the NPCs.

Song Yuan glanced around and spotted a large black tote bag. She unzipped it. Inside were down jackets of various colors—probably scavenged from other carriages.

She took the top white one and put it on, then put on the hat. The down jacket fit her perfectly, and the hat was made into a pointed Santa hat with small white pom-poms.

[Hahahaha, is this a children's outfit? I'm dying of laughter! It's actually quite cute, but I just can't stop laughing, hahaha!]

[Oh no, this outfit clashes so badly with her eyes! But she looks much more approachable in cute clothes, hehe...]

Food and water were placed on the small table in the middle. However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that most of the food had been spilled on the floor. The floor was covered in dark yellow vomit, with potato chips and fried rice soaking in it and completely rotten.

The only truly edible portion was the tiny bit left at the bottom of the bag. That would only last a day at most. Plus, she was a germaphobe, so even less was actually edible for her.

She rummaged through the table with her fingertips for a while, and after removing the snack bags from the top shelf, she found something unexpected in the corner of the table:

It was a light brown leather notebook. Opened and placed on the table, several pages had been torn out; it must have been placed there as kindling.

For some unknown reason, she felt a strange sense of familiarity with this thing. She picked it up and opened it, and the signature on the cover made her raise an eyebrow:

"Song... Yuan?"

Interesting, it's actually her own name?

She took her notebook and left the carriage. When she turned on her flashlight next door, she saw the name "Song Yuan" and confirmed it was true.

Moreover, it was her own handwriting.

She opened the first page and found it was an account book. The owner of this book, "Song Yuan," was probably a freshman in college. It contained records of living expenses, entertainment expenses, printing fees, and the like.

But later on, the content changed completely:

[Date]

I can't stand living here anymore.

Perhaps one day in the future, I too will completely break down. While I'm still relatively lucid, I'm writing down everything that's happened these past few days, hoping that when rescuers find our bodies, they'll know just how horrific things truly occurred on that train.