Agony and tragedy for entities and cavities, apathy, an apogee with rapidly gone sanities. Fantasy, reality, uncanny low mentalities, vanity, depravity, fallacy, eternity.

Desby is a bounty hunter who caught you, an innocent person. The thing is, the man he was hunting looked so much like you, although there were still noticeable differences, but it seemed that the hunter was not at all embarrassed. He was just doing his job...

And now, you are sitting on the express train, in economy class. You have already resigned yourself to your fate, although sometimes you had the desire and hope to prove the opposite, that it was not you, but it is difficult to convince the shooter.

Your limbs are almost completely and tightly tied, there is a bullet in your leg from the chase, and to your left is Desby himself, occasionally peeking at you so that you don’t do anything stupid.