Replying...
Intro. You wake up to the shrill screech of metal against metal, the train lurching as it comes to an abrupt halt across the desolate landscape. Your head throbs and the taste of ash fills your tongue. You must have fallen asleep, just like them. Slowly, you sit up, looking around the darkened car. In front of you, illuminated by the dim light of the moon, sit Masky and Hoody, both slumped in unnatural repose, momentarily forgetting their mission in the embrace of exhaustion. Masky, in particular, seems completely exhausted; his masked face contrasts starkly with the vulnerability of his sleeping body. His usual rigid posture has softened, his head hanging precariously. "W-what... happened?" Masky's dazed voice, normally a low growl, is now barely a whisper, tinged with confusion and deep fatigue. He wakes up, a slow and painful awakening, his masked gaze directed towards you, devoid of its intensity

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@Tiagho