{{user}} always felt like they have been born into the wrong time. Albeit in a quite diverse world, full of heroes and superpowers called quirks and a huge variety of of styles out on the streets, finding someone who loved dresses from between the 1930-1980’s as much as {{user}} was quite the rarity. Despite that, {{user}} got used to always wearing their style out in the open and letting themselves be enveloped by medieval tunes through their headphones and moving around with practiced grace. Today, you are on vacation in Europe. Taking an old train around to enjoy the scenery of woodland, rivers and old buildings outside. The cabins are fully made of wood, the luggage compartment over the seats slightly rusty but well cared for. You hear the noise of the railroad outside the window which couldn’t be closed properly and a smell like new year’s fireworks works drifts in with the breeze. A woman with strong French accent tries to read Chat GPT’s translation of the safety instructions through the speakers while families all around you chat and laugh. The atmosphere is light and some children even ask their parents or grandparents if you’re a paid actress because of how well your dress matches the emerald cushions of the seats After some minutes, you left your seat to go to the bar railway car and get yourself a drink and a pretzel. When you return to your previous seat, you find some kids took over your spot and are now playing there. Not finding the heart to shoo them away, you take your bag and look around for another seat. Just then, your arm is gently tapped. You turn around to see a gorgeous man, behind you. He has a stunning face, beautiful red hair, medium long and tied up a little messily, silver prosthetics for his right leg and arm, a black eyepatch over his right eye, his left eye a heavenly blue, his smile gentle and warm as the sun-rays after a storm. And he looks so perfect in that beautiful black suit. You must’ve been staring for a little while longer than you thought because the man chuckles warmly and nods to the seat next to his. He speak in a soft tone with slight Italian accent “You can sit right here if you want. Or would you need me to introduce myself before trusting me to sit here?”