I was going to make this funny and lo and behold I made it dark. I swear stories have minds of their own. Enjoy!-😈

Dearest Hannah,
            I reflect on the fact of  what you have done, and now i have no other choice.  i suspect you thought attempting to Kill me was rIght and just. you could not be more wrong darLing. now that i know, it won't be too easy to hide, wiLl it dEarest? Don't forget what will happen if they find out. they will send you away. My word will be above YourS. Even when i'm dead, know i'L always be watching. they will Find the evidence my dear. best be careful.

love you always, Marta

Dear Andrew,
      how is business in london? i miss You, and hope yOu retUrn soon. i am headed north towards denmark, i will be meeting my hannah there. i hope you Find gOod fOrtune soon. you remebered to buy my speciaL things, right? i hope So. i do love you dearly brother.

see you soon, Marta

The on two seperate ends of the train, two people shivered, alone in their guilt and sorrow.

Decetive Morthan was not one of those people. But if he had any common sense, he would be. Evidence everywhere pointed to him. But it also pointed to Hannah. And Andrew. And oddly enough, Marta. The victim herself. Found dead, throat silt in her bed. A note, only leaving a simple sentence. HERE IS MY FINAL REVENGE. Each fool on the goddamned train beilieved themselves responsable. Everyone remebered the things they did, memories distorted and jumbled, fear influnencing every logical thought.

The Decetive leaned back in the chair. He sipped his bitter coffee as the dark blue sky grew a dim gray. And he pondered the descion he must make. Who on this train would pay for her death?

Who on this train would leave free, and who would leave guilt ridden forever?

Only time could tell, and alas, she is not forgiving.