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“I’m shitting myself, right, but at the same time… this is sick!”

To learn about the joys of the railroad, Mr. Matthews books the gang tickets on The Rockport Limited for their trip home to New York. Two hours into the trip, after an oddly themed dinner, the lights flicker and then go out completely. Screams, shouts, and some awkwardly placed hands later, the lights come back on. Lying on the floor, in a pool of blood, is one of the servers. Petrified, the group listens as a man who claims to be a detective explains that someone has been killed and they must find out who the murderer is before they kill again.