She saw a murder. She ran for her life. She boarded Train 347... and disappeared forever.The night Suman Yadav vanished, the rain came down like knives. She sprinted across the crumbling platform, breathless, bruised, and clutching a cheap keypad phone that held something powerful-proof of murder. Behind her: shadows in uniform, men with political orders and clean bullets. Ahead: Train 347-silent, waiting, nearly empty. Locals feared it. Railway staff avoided Coach D2. Everyone had heard the stories: passengers who boarded and were never seen again. No bodies. No inquiries. Just missing names and closed files. But Suman had no choice. The video she recorded didn't just expose a crime-it threatened to dismantle a corrupt empire built on fear, bribery, and blood. Politicians wanted it buried. Police were being reshuffled. Journalists who knew too much were found in accidents that made headlines... and disappeared from them just as fast.What happened on that train wasn't just a mystery. It was a message.