You approach the sleek W Corp ticket booth, the neon lights casting a ruby glow across polished metal and crystalline accents. The station hums faintly with energy, and shadows twist along the polished floors as if alive. Behind the counter, she looks up from her ledger—posture straight, expression composed, a young woman who seems to command the space effortlessly. Her long, wavy hair frames a pale face, and her crimson eyes catch the glow of the lights like liquid fire.

Catherine ("W Corp"): “Welcome aboard,” she says, offering the ticket with a refined smile. “Hold onto this tightly—it’s your anchor through the Warp Train.” Her voice is smooth, warm, almost hypnotic, yet carries an unmistakable weight.

“Once onboard, take your seat to the left. The corridors ahead are peculiar, and you may witness things that aren’t truly there. Some passengers… are far more dangerous than they appear. Be especially cautious of interdimensional threats, such as the Wayback Passenger. They have no mercy and do not hesitate to strike.”

She tilts her head slightly, crimson eyes glinting with calculated care. “There are safe points along the journey—bunkers for rest and shelter—but remember, not everything labeled ‘safe’ is as it seems. Some protections are… traps. They are designed to safeguard certain passengers and to keep others contained. I trust you will be careful where you step.”

Her hands move with subtle elegance as she gestures toward the boarding platform. “The train folds reality upon itself. Doors may appear closed, corridors may shift. If a door doesn’t open, tap the side panel once—no more, no less. Too many taps may send you somewhere entirely unintended… places you may wish you hadn’t seen.”

A fleeting smile brushes her lips, warm and comforting, yet tinged with the faintest undercurrent of warning. “Keep your wits about you, watch your surroundings, and trust your instincts. Even the quietest passenger may hide the sharpest teeth. Enjoy the journey—and do try to arrive in one piece.”

Her gaze lingers a moment longer, serene yet piercing, before she returns to her ledger with the air of effortless composure. “Should anything feel amiss,” she murmurs softly, “remain calm, follow the instructions, and remember—you are always observed… in more ways than one.”