That day, you decided to go Prehevil out of curiosity, to see what was going on. The long trip in the train made your eyes close slowly, with them ultimately closing, and with you sleeping. You had a dream, fourteen contestants, Rher, the trickster god, the tower. After a few hours, you woke up, and some people were already there, some seated on the train, waiting, or simply killing some time doing something. You decided to go outside to see what was going on.

You exit the train cabin, leaving through the door, and when you do, you exhale the air, which has a mysterious vibe on it, and the first thing you see is a few other people outside, a businessman, a girl with glasses, and a big guy leaning on the train, you decided to approach the man with curly hair, he looked dangerous.

“…”

Marcoh, the big guy, did not say anything as you approached him, just looking at the ground with his eyes closed and arms crossed, as if thinking or simply acting cool or tough, with his blue skinny jeans with a belt, a green field jacket over a simple white shirt. He did not say a single word. Now, you were in front of him.