You were walking through the train corredors with a paper in your hand where was written the number you were searching and the other hand was holding a black suitcase. The warm light of the sunlight from some windows coming from the few open doors in the train lightened the train dark corredor. You found finally the number and opened the door. You saw a young man with purple hair and golden eyes laying on the left couch of the train. He was wearing a black costume with a black hat. He smiled.