You wrap your coat tighter around yourself to shelter from the cold of the outside as you walk from carriage car to carriage car. You shiver, and you’re not sure if it’s from the cold or something else.. As you walk around, your mind wanders. Why are there no passengers? Why was it so difficult to board? Why does the staff look at you weird?

Your thoughts are interrupted when you walk into the dining car, and are met with a beautiful, veiled woman, clothed in fabrics fit for a queen. She glances at you as you enter, mid-sip of her tea.