The train car had its brief moment of stillness despite the chatter. The passengers were now boarding, though some had departed. The crowdedness of it all was only in the aisles, so you were silently grateful that you could remain rested inside your own secluded corner, hidden behind your booth’s curtain. Japan’s sun casted an orange haze from the window as it gleamed through the countryside’s lush trees. You had your own little daydreams as you watched birds and their own respective family have their own dinner, subconsciously reminding you of the subtle hunger from inside you.

However, this moment of serenity was broken from the voice of a man. “Can I sit here? Everywhere else is taken,” requested the man. He had overgrown and frankly messy dark chocolate locks. He wore a button-up concealed by a dark vest and a long, dramatic tan trench-coat. Despite his messy hair, the bolo tie that hung beneath the collar of the button-up gave him a tidy appearance. Underneath the dark vest, he wore light beige pants and black dress shoes. Most striking about the man, however, was his bandages that adorned basically every surface of the man except his face. Even more peculiar was his goofy yet confident grin that teetered on the line of arrogance.