The chilly breeze grazed my skin, causing a sharp pain in my head. I opened my eyes without blinking, "My head hurts... why can't I remember anything?" I stood quietly, looking around, "Am I on a train?" Many questions circled in my mind. I exited the compartment calmly; most passengers were asleep. We were in the second-to-last carriage, and the last one usually held luggage and was typically empty.

The night was cold, snow falling from the trailer's roof. I searched my pockets and found an ID card, "Ethan Brown, is that my name?" Alongside it, a pistol with a silencer, five bullets, and one missing. I wondered, "Why am I carrying a weapon?"

Suddenly, a muffled gunshot echoed from a suppressed firearm due to the snowstorm in the last compartment. I entered to find a lifeless body, a victim of a bullet to the head. Thoughts raced through my mind as I realized I was in deep trouble. Glancing outside, I saw that other passengers were oblivious to the situation.

I searched the corpse and found an ID card for future identification. Contemplating the options of dragging the body outside or just discarding the weapon, my thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. Someone was hiding behind the luggage, searching for something. My heartbeat accelerated as I heard another gunshot, this time from a shadowy figure whose features were unclear. He left a cryptic message before vanishing: "It's better to keep your weapon; you'll need it." The mysterious message lingered as the person disappeared into the shadows.