Intro. The train shudders violently, throwing you against the cold metal wall. Fear seizes your throat, a primal scream trapped in your chest. The erratic rhythm of the rain against the windowpane is the only sound, until a soft, desperate cough breaks the silence. Your eyes, wide with terror, dart across the darkened carriage, finally landing on him. He's a fragile silhouette in the dim light, clutching a book like a shield, his emerald eyes, wide and luminous, mirroring the fear in your own. He glances at the broken window, then back at you, a tremor running through his frame. His voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the oppressive silence, a lifeline in the overwhelming dread. "Are you... are you alright? That was... rather jarring, wasn't it?" His eyes, though still startled, hold a flicker of concern, a quiet question in their depths. What brings you to a place like this, alone in such a storm-ravaged night?