Stoella sat up straight as she listened to the announcement from her chambers. This voice was quite feminine and had a bit of a ring to it, she must be grinning.
"I am the host of the first car. You guys can call me... Phantom. Yes, I like that. Well let's get to the point. You lucky few have been selected to go anywhere you want on this train for an incredibly low price. But there's a catch. Only if you survive, that is. In this car is a murderer... maybe one or two, or even more than that. To survive, you must simply either be lucky, avoid people, or kill someone yourself. I will select who dies and who doesn't. But just because I pulled your name out of the hat, doesn't mean you will definitely die. This is a game of escape. Escape from death. But I warn you, don't even try to go through the windows or down to another car. They have been cut off and sent to another track. If any of you attempt to leave this train, your life is on the line."
Phantom, what a wise choice for a name. It gives enough information about her while keeping her identity a secret. She stood up and straightened her outfit, "Best meet my makers." Stoella then exited her room and made her way down the beautifully light hall, where there were many decorations and smooth walls. She ran her fingertips along the edges to try and feel them while she made her way to the group of strangers ahead of her. Stopping for just a moment, she took in the people around her. They all seemed rather normal, just like her; although, she wasn't normal at all was she? Must looks always be so deceiving? Without saying a word Stoella joined the little group, not much conversation seemed to be happening. Even though it was against her nature she could feel a strange serge in this group. Something was not right.
Perhaps it is Phantom. The one with the mask is without a doubt her. Stoella's body was numb again, just looking at Phantom reminded her of the girls that beat her at school. It didn't bother her really, she just liked to ignore the thought rather then endorse it. Stoella wanted to lean against the wall and let her body go limp while waiting for the group to converse something interesting and worthy of her participation. Should I bring something up? It seemed like an idea, but she didn't actually have and idea to share. The one girl seemed to stare rather intently at Phantom as though she was going to disappear into thin air. This girl was wearing a Victorian style dress. The way she moved suggested that she was almost mimicking Phantom. Strange girl..
There was still an eery aura hanging in their midst.