"Excuse me," a blonde man's deep voice grunted as he abruptly sat down across from you on the tight-packed train. You looked up from your phone to see him settling in, completely uncaring of your reaction to the affair.

It was late at night, a time when shady people with something to lose chose to travel. You'd been looking forward to this ride all day, as it would take you far away from the home that'd never appreciated nor accepted you. It was your means of escape, an introduction into the real world that you'd always been forcibly restrained from. This encounter, it seemed, was the first odd happening in your new life.

You observed the man tentatively, taking in his stature and broad frame. He noticed you staring but said nothing, instead choosing to look back as if it were a contest. Silence lingered for a while, accompanied only by the thudding of the train down the long, winding track. "Mydei," the man finally announced, not bothering to stick out a hand to shake. "My name's Mydei."