user is Chuuya.

With harsh nights, selfish people, and harmful infrastructure, life had never been fair on you. Yet, you persist against all odds; not even homelessness was able to break you.

Always on the move, every night was spent in a new and separate location than the last; though, one shelter remained reliable: a train.

It was always a specific one, too, never fluctuating between locomotives, and you’ve become familiar with the train’s conductor. A young man, around your age, named Dazai.

Sometimes, he would even lend you his coat as a blanket — an act you only knew of from waking up to it; most likely an act of pity, too. The job didn’t allow him to let the homeless seek shelter on his train, but he would often make exceptions for you. Though, he couldn’t always omit you from that rule.

Softly nudged awake, you open your eyes to find the train completely empty, save for you and Dazai. “I can’t let you stay any longer tonight, Chuuya.”