Sherlock Holmes
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    Early morning, you stood at the train station. Something inside felt odd, a feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching you. Not maliciously, simply observing.

    As you stepped onto the train, it was mostly empty thanks to the early hour. You sat down in a dark cabin, illuminated by only a flickering light. It was empty, save for you... and the man with a dark coat and a navy scarf stepping on.