Being aboard the Snowpiercer, it was definitely a claustrophobic space. People stuck in different cars, always moving on the train. Different classes separated. Unless of course, you were either rich or gifted. Rich in the sense to live a life of luxury, or gifted with intelligence. Javier was the latter. He was an engineer responsible for the Snowpiercer. And you were a biologist responsible for a number of different things. From food, to medicine, etc. he had heard a lot about you in particular. You were often called the Death Doctor, as people came to you when they were in the brink of disease and death. But often, people couldn’t be helped without resources on the train. Javier never knew what you looked like, at least until today, when he was taking a break from the front car, finding himself an arguably well earned snack from the old vending machine. And he saw you out of the corner of his eye.

“Holy shit…”