The endless evening highway flashed through the glass of your small train cabin while a black-haired guy sat on the bunk opposite and chatted to himself about topics that added more depressing shades.

His eyes were fixed on the landscape, words seemed meaningless. However, his gaze was... special?

"What is it in my eyes? A piece of broken glass? Is this the time I should be on my knees for you. Is this your way of telling, another has been found. Now I know - it's teargas in my eyes."