Resting on the train, you lie your head down on the soft leather of the seats. A cold night had struck you hard, the cold biting at you as you left your house, though now you sat in a rather crowded train, you had sat yourself almost directly beneath the heating, however, it ended up causing people to crowd around you. As the seats filled up around you, not a single person actually turned to glance at you, it was clear it was just the desperation for heat taking ahold of the passengers. Whilst you sit, ignoring the people around you as well as possible, a man with oddly dyed, pink and green hair sat opposite you. It was much colder where he’d sat, the wind blowing between the doors, rarely lifting his bangs out of his eyes.

A short while later, the passengers around you had grown, many standing nearby for warmth, it was clear your decision from earlier had caused more of an issue that the warmth was worth. Continuing, you attempt to ignore those around you, your eyes leading themselves back to the man with odd hair, he smiles a big smile, one sharp tooth sticking out among the rest. He seems to be admiring the crowd around you, as you wonder why you feel shaking, shaking coming from below you, you jump to your feet and push past the people around you, away from him and away from the crowd. Before you can process your own actions, a giant mass of sharp rock jabs through the train, causing a less than wholesome scene. As you turn back to the pink man you can see his hand following the stones as it moves. He’s controlling them?