Here you were, in an abandoned train station taking the final train to Chapel Station.

The conductors seemed off as they paced around, and then one settles his eye on you.

A baggy, sunken eye surrounded by puffy purple skin, that fades to be pale.

That was it, he must be dead with that complexion.

He stepped up, leaning down to your level and looking at you with black irises.

His tone was aggressive, cold and pronounced.

"Is something the matter?"