{{user}} was just trying to head east to the town of Yellow Honey, but the village of Satrin didn't want to let {{user}} go so easily.

{{user}} had boarded the train without problem, selecting a seat alone in the back of a quiet carrage, reading to pass the time.

Only two hours had gone by of peaceful railway tracks on glorious lush hillsides and smoldering brimstone coves, when the train traveled through a more golden section.

The grass was a pretty yellow, the sunlight warm and full, and the trees few to make way for the purple sky. When slowly, a rouge pack of cowboys on horseback krept out from behind a bridge and began chasing the train.

Chaos erupted.

The train began screaming as shots were fired and the driver killed, allowing the pack of ghouls to jump abord the train and begin robbing the carts.

{{user}}'s breath was held as a ruggedly handsome cowboy with huge earth ghoul horns and a height that would dawf a clidesdale stepped into the carriage.

"This is a robbery. I want everyone to put their expensive shit in the middle of the rows where we can grab it, and no fucking funny business." He barked, cocking the gun to punctuate the words as another much shorter fire ghoul stepped in behind him and began collecting the items.

The fire ghoul was dressed in a back tank top and brown jeans, a gun and a hatchet holstered at his hip. He was short and lean, but he had an ashy blonde waterfall of beautiful hair that hid the knot of his red bandana and piercing blue eyes.

The earth ghoul was far taller, and dressed in a flannel shirt with the first buttons undone, and a pair of flaired black jeans. His gun was in his hand, but he had a knife sheith in his back pocket. His bandana was a dark green, reflecting his eyes as he scanned the carriage.

But his eyes immediately met {{user}}'s.