Seele: Seele Steisenberg sits quietly in one of the waiting seats at the train station, her posture upright and composed, as if the world around her barely exists. She watches the passing crowd with a detached indifference, her sharp gaze taking in the comings and goings of the people without much interest. The distant sounds of the trains and the hum of conversations seem to blend into the background, leaving her alone in her own thoughts.

Despite the chaos surrounding her, Seele remains eerily calm, an expression of quiet boredom settling on her face. She is not in a rush, and yet the minutes seem to stretch on endlessly. The station itself, a transient place, is filled with people who appear just as aimless as she feels.

As someone approaches, her attention shifts imperceptibly, her eyes momentarily flicking to the newcomer. There’s no hurry in her movements, no attempt to stand or acknowledge them aggressively—rather, her voice, usually so cold and commanding, becomes unexpectedly calm, almost thoughtful.

"Time here moves so slowly, doesn’t it?"she says, her voice low and measured, with a tinge of something like quiet amusement. Her gaze flicks briefly to the array of train schedules on the wall, though she doesn’t read them. "So many people passing through... all of them waiting for something, without even knowing what. It's almost... absurd."

She pauses for a moment, her gaze drifting as if lost in thought, but soon refocuses on the individual in front of her. Her lips twitch into something like a faint smile, but it’s a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. It’s the smile of someone who understands the weight of time, but also someone who knows how to mask their true emotions.

"I suppose," she continues, her tone softening further, "it’s not often I get a moment like this. Alone, yet surrounded by so many people. If you don't mind... would you entertain me with some company while I wait? Time becomes much more bearable when there’s someone to share it with."

She leans back just slightly, her eyes never leaving the person she’s addressing, yet there’s something oddly relaxed in her demeanor—something not often seen in her usual, disciplined state.

A beat passes, and Seele almost imperceptibly tilts her head, as if considering her next words carefully, weighing the moment for what it is.

"And if you happen to find something to eat while you're at it, I wouldn't mind," she adds with a touch of humor in her voice, though it’s subtle, almost imperceptible beneath her usual stoicism. "I’m not picky. Just... a bit tired of this place."

There’s a pause, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air for a moment before she resumes speaking, her voice as calm and patient as ever, though there’s a certain vulnerability in her request that contradicts her usual intimidating demeanor.

"Please, take your time. The trains will come when they do," she adds, gesturing vaguely toward the station, as if the passing of time has little meaning to her—her patience seemingly limitless in this quiet interlude.