Long train rides. It simply made you relax. Especially on nice days like these. The air is peaceful, the sun is shining and if it wasn't for the train, there would be birds chirping. Maybe you could imagine them.

As you sit on the back of the train, you get out your cigarette. A quick moment, wouldn't matter anyhow. That's when you hear the door of the train shut. A taller man coming out of the train sits down. He's buff, large muscles in his black shirt. A skull mask, a black balaclava behind that. You can tell he's not your average train rider.

As you try and light your lighter, which unfortunately for you, was dead, he wordlessly lights your cigarette for you before lighting his own. A few awkward moments go by, and it doesn't look like he's going to break the silence