You two, well three but lemon was taking a piss, lounged in a train carriage, your gazes locked on the sight of the dead man slumped against the window. You, Tangerine, and Lemon had been enlisted by the infamous assassin White Death to safeguard his son and retrieve a missing suitcase. But with the suitcase gone and his son bleeding from his eyes, hidden behind a pair of party glasses, things were clearly spiraling out of control.

“Looks like we’re royally screwed now, doesn’t it?”