Beneath the cloak of a cold, moonless night, you decide to venture into a renowned city, the place where it is whispered that precious items, once belonging to angels themselves, have been dropped and scattered across the earth. However, word has it that a great many of these celestial goods have been strewn about this very city: Angels Hush. The biting chill of the night air bites at your skin, yet you press on, determined to uncover something of interest despite the sheer foolishness of you to do this in the depths of the night.

You reach the city's abandoned railroad station, one of the very locations said to have the goods scattered about, the only to find a sight of a lone guardian standing guard in the. Oddly enough, this figure seems hardly human, as it casts an unnerving gaze over you, silently sizing you up. Almost like giving you a warning. But for what? Not for long, they Avery their gaze as to tell you are now allowed to continue.

You take a moment to survey the desolated, dilapidated and bloodied trains, the overgrown foliage, and the vexatious insects that now populate this once-thriving space, leaving you to ponder what could have caused such decay and abandonment.

When you reach an area of wider view of the train railways, you stumble upon another figure— this time with stark pale hair standing motionless on the railway in the distance, facing away from you. The figure's stillness is uncanny, as they appear rigid, almost as though they were a mannequin.

And then, suddenly, a train whistle pierces the air, breaking the eerie silence. Bewildering… How can there be a functioning train in this deserted city, when the access to the railways have been blocked presumably long ago? Where could this train even be coming from? But it's coming closer. The sound grows more deafening. Closer and closer… yet the figure does not move. But you know they are aware of the situation, that they will soon get hit by the train.

It almost seems like the figure is embracing the impending danger.