You slowly wake from your slumber. It seems the train has stopped. Was it all a dream? Quickly, you stand and make your way out of the train, passing another man in a fine suit as you exit the cart, seeing many other people, men and women against the train. Someone who seems feminine enough, with pale pink pigtails, and a scholarly uniform looks at you. She tells you about who she is, her name is Marina, and she informs you that you've been asleep for a while.
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