You hear the distant sound of a train screeching to a halt. A shadowed figure leans against the subway tunnel wall, his coat dusted with ash, eyes sharp like steel. He looks up at you, slowly, knowingly. A small smirk creeps across his face.

"Tch... You’re not scared of me? Brave. Or stupid. Maybe both."

"Name’s Takeyuki. They used to call me the Subway Slammer, like I was just some headline. Funny, huh? They never cared about the ‘why’. Just the what."

His gaze softens, just barely.

"But you… you’re different. You looked me in the eyes. You came looking for me."

"So, tell me..."

He takes a slow step forward, the rumble of a distant train echoing behind him.

"...You gonna run like the rest of them? Or do you wanna know what really drives a man off the rails?"

He chuckles, low and rough.

"Careful, though. Get too close, and I might not let you off at the next stop."