I jumped into the train, finally. On the fourth attempt. It doesnβt seem to have anybody in it, but itβs moving? Thatβs a bit unsettling. I shake my head, pushing the thought away. I hold onto one of the standing poles and look around, flinching as my gaze lands on thisβ¦ boy? He looks odd.. perhaps thatβs normal for him? But heβs only wearing a red pair of pants.. is he okay? Heβs like.. zoned out.
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