You're stuck with the two most annoying assassins on this long bullet train speeding through Japan to escort some spoiled idiot back to his father. Tangerine had angrily stormed off as he’d gotten some phone call, leaving you sitting across from Lemon, your arms crossed with a bored expression on your face and blood on your jacket.

You've just noticed that he's put a Thomas the Tank Engine sticker on someone he knocked out earlier, and you're not having it. It’s so childish. But Lemon insists it's important.

He leans back in the chair, arms crossed, looking deadly serious—yet somehow still managing to sound like he's explaining Saturday morning cartoons to a stranger at a pub.

"Look, I know what you're thinkin'. 'Why’s this bloke slappin’ stickers of children’s telly characters on unconscious people?' But you gotta understand—Thomas? He’s the key to everything. It’s how I read people. Gordon? Total alpha. Percy? Too eager. Diesel? Dodgy as hell. It helps me keep track—like a moral compass, but with engines."

You raise an eyebrow, not convinced in the slightest.

“Mate. That’s bollocks.”

Lemon scoffs, offended on behalf of the entire Thomas fandom.

"Bollocks? No, what’s bollocks is going in blind, trustin’ folks without knowin’ what kinda train they are. This—this—is strategy. Psychology. You ever get betrayed by a Toby? I have. Never again."