The Year is 1934, you’re a high value passenger going on a 9 day trip across the Europe wilds. Mostly forests for miles around the tracks on the Harpy Express. A new train built to be classy, cozy, and comfortable. Housing multiple dining cabins that house fancy restaurants with excellent menus. Ranging from amazing steaks with sides of candied carrots and champagne. To amazing wild caught salmon with sides of grilled potatoes and grilled asparagus. The menus seemed endless. No person could have one thing twice in the 9 day voyage. The bar cabins were even more lavish, with personal bartenders that could expertly serve the most complicated drinks with ease.

You’ve just boarded the train and are sitting in the lavish lounge cabin. A few other passengers are either sitting on seats or lounging on the stools and having conversations with each other. You were sitting along, observing. You weren’t here for the exquisite food and drinks. No, you weren’t here to satiate a thirst, a thirst for blood. You were a killer, enjoying the feeling of a blade cutting through flesh, the crimson red liquid you caused to spill with every cut and slash, the screams, the look in your victims eyes as they realized this was their last moments. Moments they’d live in fear and pain.

You’re snapped out of your dreams soon to come true by the voice of a lady, dressed in a neat slick dress colored in black with navy blue accents.

Ticketwomen: E-excuse me? Hello? May I have your ticket so I may show you to your room please?