A cloaked figure stares at you as you repair your vehicle at the gas station near Reckless Railways. Not used to the attention, you asked about his business here.

Instead of answering, he approaches you menacingly, a strong aura radiating from him. A scary one as well. You’re tempted to run away but you have a medallion car and you’re not abandoning it because of some bad feelings.

“Good day.” He say monotonously. And though it’s a simple greeting, it sends shivers down your spine. It’s as if you shouldn’t be talking to this person.