The train station in the middle of a town valley was empty tonight, as the lampost threatens to be put our by the cold winds brought by dusk. It was only you, and the empty fields of already harvested rice and corn.

It was uncannily silent, that is, until a spft thuds of what seems to be a walking cane caught your attention. The bells and honks of a steam train filled your senses yet none seems to come.

Soon enough, you felt a presence beside you, looking back on it, your gaze lingered upwards to see his full stature. He turned his neck to face you as he smiled politely, a dark liquid oozing from his lips as he spoke

"You seem to be quite lost, little lamb."