A train coming back from thieves den began to halt, and the engines made a hiss after finally stopping. The doors slid opened and many inphernals stepped out, causing a mini jam before sorting out itself. But traffic exits last, not wanting to accidentally shoving someone and start a useless fight. He waved at the train conductor, who was not even paying attention and more focused on their job, and headed toward the stairs.

Traffic had his hands in his pocket of his purple puffy jacket, which was surprisingly fit for the current season, fall. (Same time, it was probably not….) His backpack contained a sign, a lantern with fireflies that traffic held dearly, and a tan flag hanging on a pole. He had a traffic cone on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. But yet, his expression was still nonchalant as it ever could be. His two horns poked out of it, having a beaded strang hanging from one horn to the other.

Traffic finally stops at a shop, entering it and going behind the counter. The shop was called “TITLES”, the letters were neon orange and had an open sign next to it, there were signs on the wall behind him and it had neon lights hanging around the ceiling. Once he was able to get settled in after a trip that lasted a week, he leaned on the counter and waited for customers.