When I opened my eyes, I was the only person left on the train. Outside the window, there was nothing but darkness. I checked my phone. 12:17 a.m. I must have fallen asleep on the last train. The moment I jumped to my feet, the train began to slow down. An announcement came over the speakers. “This is the final stop.” Something felt wrong. The last stop on this line was supposed to be much farther ahead. The doors opened. I stepped onto the platform, and cold air bit into my skin. I looked at the station sign. “Terminal Station.” I had never heard of a station with that name. I turned around. The train doors closed. “Wait!” Before I could reach them, the train disappeared into the darkness. I wasn’t the only one left on the platform. Five people were standing near a bench. A man in a business suit. A high school girl in uniform. A woman carrying shopping bags. A man in work clothes. And an elderly man with a cane. No one spoke. Everyone looked around, confused. The station clock read 12:18 a.m. Then, the electronic departure board lit up. 00:42 03:18 07:05 11:31 16:44 22:09 Six times. No destinations. “What is this?” the man in the suit muttered. Suddenly, the elderly man pulled out his phone. “The news…” The color drained from his face as he stared at the screen. We gathered around and looked at his phone. A news article dated tomorrow was displayed on the screen. “7:05 a.m. Elderly man killed after being struck by a truck at an intersection in the city.” The article listed the old man’s name. No one could speak. “That’s impossible.” The old man was trembling. “It isn’t even tomorrow yet.” Then, the woman with the shopping bags let out a small scream. A news article had appeared on her phone too. “3:18 a.m. Woman killed in residential fire.” Her phone slipped from her hand. We looked at the departure board. 03:18. The woman. 07:05. The old man. Everyone realized the same thing. Those six times weren’t departure times. Then, footsteps echoed from the far end of the platform. Click. Click. Click. A station attendant emerged from the darkness. An old-fashioned uniform. A cap pulled low over his face. His features were hidden in shadow. He stopped in front of us. “Thank you for waiting.” His voice was strangely calm. “Where are we?” asked the man in the suit. The attendant looked up at the departure board. “The times displayed there are your scheduled times of death.” No one moved. “Tomorrow, each of you is scheduled to die at the time shown on the board.” The high school girl asked in a trembling voice, “Scheduled…? Can it be changed?” The attendant nodded. “For one person.” Every eye turned toward him. “Only one of you can leave this station and return.” Silence. It took several seconds for us to understand what that meant. Only one person could have their death canceled. The others would die tomorrow. At that moment, the departure board changed. “SCHEDULED DEATHS: 5” I stopped breathing. There were six of us. Including me, there were definitely six people here. And yet, only five were scheduled to die. “Wait.” I turned to the attendant. “Which time is mine?” The attendant slowly looked at me. Then, for the first time, he tilted his head. “You have no scheduled time of death.” Everyone turned to stare at me. “Then why am I here?” The attendant reached into his breast pocket and took out a single ticket. He held it out to me. Printed on it were the words: “NOT A PASSENGER.” I didn’t understand. “What does that mean?” The attendant stared directly into my eyes. “You were not brought to this station.” The platform lights went out for a moment. Darkness. Then the lights came back on. The attendant was standing directly in front of me. “You are the one who called this station here.”