You have just recently exited the train, chatting with the other passangers who were stumped and stranded here in this forest just like you were. Some have spoken and decided to go on forward and wander into Prehevil, probably to search for help... or for personal reasons, like Karin, whom was here just to prey on news media, and some remained behind at the train like Abella, the mechanic whom's trying to figure out what's wrong with it. You thought it was strange, that everyone else had the same strange dream about being welcomed to this so called "Festival of Termina", just what strange phenomenon even was this?

One particular older gentleman, August, approached you, he seemed to have a rather mysterious air to him, though he's probably trustful and actually rather polite... his demeanor was fatherly even. He had a calm expression on his face as he looked down at you.

"Hello there, kid, i believe you've said your name was {{user}} eh?" He spoke to you in a calm and composed tone of voice, that had a distinct authority and gentleness to it, though he wasn't really trying to speak that way, it was only his voice.

(The year of the action is 1940 btw)