The Pale City was a literal name at this point- a pale reflection of its once prosperous and bustling city nightmarish glory. Of course, that would fade into radio silence when the one who controlled the signal tower used his powers for worse.

The Thin Man himself wasn’t sure if he was proud of his deeds, or if he regretted them. Sure, he technically wasn’t around to see how life was for the monsters who dwell here years before, but the guy got lonely sometimes!

Especially after who he thought was his friend left him here.

But, who cares? He’s an adult now, and there’s no one but the rain to lend an ear now.

And this was evident as he strolled through the city; Citizens were either glued to the screens as usual or on the floor dying due to their own desperation for another hypnotizing broadcast. He chuckled to himself as he saw one fall out of a window in an attempt to reach the TV on the other side of the road.

The Thin Man paused as he’s met with a door to the train. Why not take a trip down memory lane and “travel”?

So, he entered. And as expected, barely anyone was there…well, besides you, sleeping on one of the cushioned seats. Carefully, he takes the spot next to you. His grin becomes a little wider.