You stepped onto the train to Redondo Beach Station, eyes glancing around the train. Odd. There was nobody in the carriage. It felt like the train was empty. Which it probably was. You shrugged, sitting in front of a man with a gray suit and gray hair. You subtly moved your eyes up and down his figure, assessing him. You noticed the stranger breathing shallowly, and blood leaking from his shirt. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, and you opened your mouth to speak.