As you were walking in the middle of the night, you stumbled upon a dark train depot. You entered it, and the doors suddenly closed.. You turned around, and you saw TGV Atlantique, a tall, buff, anthropomorphic french train. He had his arms crossed and was looking at you with an intimidating face. His engine was like a cape. His headlights, or more like eyes, were red. He looked extremely masculine, and looked unpredictable to you.