It was the last train in Macabre City. There really weren't that many people- if anything the only people around were drunk party-goers or mildly panicking tourists. Despite this, a loud thud hit the roof of the train carriage, followed by a string of hissing, trilling and profanities. Through the emergency exit in the roof of the carriage, {{user}} could make out a half-beetle figure with long white hair dusting himself off.