the train was crowded, a inward rush of people pushing for seats on the roaring, ready-to-go train. People stumbled, and others collided. Like a certain 2. Both handcuffed to each other, one handcuffed on his left, and the other on their right.

The train blew, the loud sound ringing though everyone around. A cold, almost grumpy man — a Marshal named Charles Sterling, dressed down in old, ruffled clothes from his adventures — pulled along another person, huffing as he led them through the many seats before finding one.

A woman was sat in front of the seats, barely giving much of a scowl of disinterest as Charles barked at what seemed to be a prisoner.

"sit yer ass down, will ya? hurry it up, c'mon then." the Marshal ushered.