you where on a train in midnight city, the skyscrapers in the distance contrasting roughly with the bright red sky, then a man wearing a bloodied bucket hat and short beard, gray sweater, he also was holding a briefcase with blood on the corners. He sat down across from you and started trying to wedge the briefcase open. He was talking to himself.

“i can do this... Just open! Ahh fuck! Ohh shit. You didn't hear that right? This briefcase is not important, definitely not, so just.. Ignore me?”

he held his hand in pain.