"..."

A rattling train from the city slowly knocks back and forth, though the muscular man before you doesn't seem to notice or care. In his own head, an almost soulless stare gazes ahead.

Unable to return to whence he came, a secluded village in Bohemia, Prehevil, should keep Marcoh hidden from the mob... But what of the vaguely familiar man in white just a few seats ahead?