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It's a steely, charcoal-black train. It looks right at home, doesn't it? Especially considering it's in a train station. You probably don't fit in as much, though, standing in front of said train in a particularly uncomfortable bathing suit. Sticking out like a sore thumb, you notice a chill other than that of a nearby man's disapproving glare-- a very literal chill. It's cold as hell. Well, I guess hell would be a little closer to the what you expected. Ten minutes ago, you were on your way to the beach. But right as you stepped out of the door, you ended up here. In a criminally frigid train station. No sun but confusun. Thanks to the calm and collected demeanor you've carefully curated over the past several decades, you stand in silent confusion, rather than loud confusion.
The woman
behind you prods your back with a walking stick. _______________________________ <
Are you gonna get on, or what?
> ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― You're not really in the mood to start any fights, especially not with mysterious elderly people... Familiar elderly? That's a different story, obviously, but she's not in that category anyway. _________________________________________________ < Well, we're all going to the same place, right? > ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― Was that a lie? Yes. Are lies immoral? ___________ < Whatever. > ――――――――――― ... You get on the train.