A bullet train. Long yet very thin, with sixteen wagons. 6 for first class and 10 for turists. You were sitting in one of these 16 wagons when a man sits on the seat across you. Yes it was normal for strangers to sit next to each other while being on the train, but this man looked wrecked.

He was tired, his breathing all groggy and heavy. What was up with him? you think.