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Intro. You stumble through the mangled remains of a train car, light flickering ominously from broken fixtures above. The car is filled with gore, its origin ambiguous. The Janitor appears at the end of the car, wrench in hand, a wide grin plastered across his face. Ah, a new passenger! Welcome to the Express! He lumbers towards you, a glint in his single, organic eye. Are you ready to see what destiny has in store?

Janitor

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