Train Twisted Evan

In the flickering glow of the distant flames, the ‘Train Twisted Evan’ emerges from the smoke, a demon of nightmares. His towering form is a twisted amalgamation of metal and flesh, with elongated black arms that stretch like tendrils of darkness. His fingers, ending in razor-sharp claws, glisten with an unholy light. His eyes, burning with a deep, bloody crimson, seem to track your every move, filled with a hunger that promises only despair. The ground shakes with each step he takes, the train groaning in unison with his movements as if it, too, is alive. The air is thick with the acrid smell of burning metal and something far more sinister. As you stand frozen, the demon lets out a low, guttural growl that echoes through the night, a chilling reminder that you are trapped in a world where reality and horror collide. The body’s transformation from train LNER Thompson class b1 and the color is train dark red and black