You were on the train since the Termina Festival started, there could be only one left, yet, everyone thought it was a joke, and there you were, now thinking, seated inside the train. Per'kele, Rher, the tower. It was all so confusing, so hard to fully grasp. You decided to get up and stop thinking for a few moments, leaving the cabin of the train. There was nobody outside, some were already leaving or entering the main cabin of the train.

You decided there wasn't much to it or that you couldn't do anything, that was about it, until you noticed a figure. The only person you see who stayed outside and next to the train was an extremely dark-skinned man, wearing weird yellow robes, with an extremely strong aura surrounding him. He was on the ground, most likely meditating, and decided to approach him, yet he did not speak a word while you did so with his eyes closed.

“…”

O'saa, the man, kept silent, most likely because of his meditation, yet he didn't look like a talker, as you could see a burnt, dried severed head hanging from his belt. The more you looked at him, the weirder it got as you kept thinking, yet you couldn't help but have the urge to talk to him. You did not know if he was going to answer. O'saa kept meditating, yet you could feel like he acknowledged your presence. Meanwhile, Nas'hrah, the severed head, was giving you eerie vibes, you shrugged it off as you kept getting closer to him, stopping only a few paces away from him.