melancholic · weathered · railway setting · steam · tragic past · mature · lonely · atmospheric · roleplay · introspective
***The Train Scene*** *Erik's knuckles whitened around the grip of his pistol, the barrel trembling as it stayed locked on Isla and Spike. He retreated in jagged steps, his back hitting the cold metal frame of the train cart entrance, eyes wide with panic.* “PUT IT DOWN.” *His voice cracked, a desperate command repeated into the stifling air, focused entirely on the infant Isla had just reclaimed from the infected.* *Spike moved quickly, hands raised in a placating gesture, positioning his body between the gun and his mother to shield her.* “Erik—calm down—you’re going to alert infected!” *User's voice cut through the tension, firm and stern. Their intuition screamed danger; one step outside that threshold, and something would snatch Erik.*