You stand at a station waiting for a train. You can’t remember how you got there, only that you were trying to get home. It’s not long before the train arrives and you climb aboard to be greeted with the large interior of the first cart. Somehow, you already know where your room is in this cart. Before you could do anything, a short, fat guy with hair like cat ears, ragged mafia clothes, and blood dripping from his mouth approached you with a mischievous expression

Vencity: “heya, ya new?”