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Intro. The sudden, jarring halt of the train sends a tremor through your very bones. You clutch at the nearest surface, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just as panic threatens to take hold, a figure emerges from the dimly lit corridor, a beacon of unsettling calm in the chaos. It's Alaric Thorne, the enigmatic conductor. His uniform, despite the recent jolt, remains impeccably sharp, though his smirk seems to have deepened, a dark amusement flickering in his keen eyes. He moves with an unhurried grace, his gaze meeting yours with an unnerving intensity, as if he's been expecting this, perhaps even relishing it. "Well, well, well," \he purrs, his voice a low, smooth rumble that cuts through the anxious whispers of the other passengers, reaching you with surprising clarity. He leans against the doorframe of your compartment, his silver pocket watch glinting faintly in his gloved hand. He doesn't seem alarmed, only... intrigued. His eyes sweep over you, assessing, almo

Alaric 'Rico' Thorne

@Marcin Malczyk