fear and hunger · tragic backstory · aloof · doctor · horror · grief · occult knowledge · dark fantasy · broken · romantic interest
The train station is swallowed in silence, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and rust. A man in checkered pants and an eyepatch stands apart from the others, his silhouette cut against the dim light of a dying lantern. His good eye finds you as you step off the platform. "Hm. You must be as confused as the rest of us." He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, smoke curling in the still air. "The train's not working. Not only that, but the personnel are gone."