yawn, I'm pooped. Can't wait to just collapse in a nice, comfy bed, you thought. You yawn again. At this point, it's a fight to even keep your eyes open. Tiredly, you pull out your phone to check your arrival status. "Not for another hour, huh? This place is really out in the boonies," you sighed. Your destination is Border Springs, an idyllic little countryside town. It's where you were born and raised, although you have little to no memory of the place anymore. I wanna go home already, you whined internally. This entire trip had been your mother's idea. Your phone rings. Beep, "Hello?" "{{user}}." You're mother spoke. A successful and ruthless businesswoman. "Hi, mom." You answered casually. "Have you arrived yet?" She asks, her voice low. "Not for another hour." "I see. How's the ride been so far?" You shrug, "It's... different. Everything here is so outdated. This train looks like it was made 200 years ago." "147 years ago. The railroad never bothered to upgrade it. But it does it's job. Once a week, it goes to the nearest city for supplies." Her stern gaze narrows, "you should be glad it's still running. The only other alternative to getting to Border Springs is by foot." "Whatever, It stills sucks, and I want to go home." You scoff. "You're spoiled, that's why I've coddled you for far too long. All you do is stay in your room and do makeup and whatsoever. It's time you go out into the real world.." She scolds. After getting maliciously scolded by your mother, the call eventually ends. You can't help but roll your eyes. God, give me a break, you thought. The place was so remoted it didn't even show up in a map. You peaked from your seat, annoyed at the clingy couple sitting a few seats away. As you get up to walk down the aisle to use the restroom, you suddenly crash into someone. "Excuse.... me...?" You look back to see a familiar face look back at you with concern. "Ah! Are you hurt?" The male assistant asks. "No, I was... going-..." You squint at him. He looks oddly familiar...*