It’d been a while since you were kicked out. You learned to thrive by yourself, to get around by trainhopping.

Easy enough plan- Salvage cash from small jobs and the streets, and get around by hopping onto the backs of cargo trains and risking the fall.

Of course, you weren’t alone in the method. You realized this one day, when it was nigh dusk, and a complaining voice piped up from behind you.

“I called this car first…!” Dazai whined, seemingly showing up out of nowhere.